MORNING MEDITATION
The morning light hurts my eyes as I return to full consciousness. I am sitting cross-legged on a patch of rich green grass, close to the edge of a small wood. I stare at the bluebells across the pathway; they carpet the wood in a sea of blue, and sparkle like polished sapphires’ in the sunlight.
I suddenly turn my head as I hear a scraping noise and two bright eyes are staring straight back at me. I startle a grey squirrel and it freezes for a moment, then it darts up a nearby tree. It stops halfway up, gripping the trunk tightly with its claws, before progressing upwards and disappearing amongst the top branches. A fly buzzes in my ear, and then it melts into the background noise of the wood.
I close my eyes again and savour the calmness. My mind is like still water; I feel one with nature; I am part of everything and everything is part of me. I fall back into meditation and the awareness of my body starts to fade. I float on a breath of fresh air that purveys the wood and I lose all sense of balance and orientation as I journey deeper. For a brief moment time stops; I fall into a jet-black nothingness. I hadn’t noticed until a moment afterwards that I had transcended, and a feeling of spiritual connection overwhelms me.
I feel the sunlight tickle the back of my neck as it pulsates through the dancing leaves. Thoughts again stir somewhere in my mind, and as I take a deep breath, a tingling sensation runs up my spine flooding into the back of
my head. I slowly open my eyes and realise that I am deep in mediation. I quickly close them. I let the sound of the wood enter my mind and I slowly become aware of my body. I let thoughts flow naturally. My crossed legs are numb and I want to stretch; I resist the temptation. I yawn and this brings me back to reality. The thought of food flows from deep within and my stomach responds with a rumbling noise. I untangle my legs and life starts to flow back into my ankles. I open my eyes, letting the woodland scene back in.
After a few moments of staring at the wood, I stand up and I feel light-headed. I walk to the end of the pathway and stare across the meadow. I look up and see a wash of blue infused by small fluffy white clouds. The tranquil scene adds to my heightened sense of awareness and feeling of contentment.
I walk back to the house for breakfast.
© David Kennaway 1998
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