I had a really busy day and didn’t think I’d manage to meditate at all. Just as I was about to flick on the television I decided instead to light a candle, burn some incense and slap on some headphones for a twenty minute romp with Deepak and Oprah. It was incredible how quickly I was able to tap into my breathing and let the buttery tone of Chopra’s deep east indian voice wash over me. Shreem…he said…shreem….shreem….shreem….
The blackness of the void surrounded me and I though no thoughts. There were no words, no shapes, no colours, no feelings….just floating in the nothingness. It hung there for awhile until I though “oh I feel like I’m floating” and it was gone. Identifying with words had brought my mind into the picture. Breathing in and out, feeling my lungs fill and drain, my chest rise and fall….and again I was floating in the abyss. Longer this time, I avoided naming the experience and just let it happen. I rose and fell on the surface of an invisible pool of water in the deep darkness without end. It was beautiful.