I don't quite know what it is about the trance genre of electronica music but it always brings me into a beautiful state of meditation. Relaxing yet energized at the same time. A synchonicity of sensations without one over-powering any other. It is an ever patient and present teacher that guides me in my many forms of meditation. It pulls me up out of my ego into a place of beautiful nothingness where everything is possible. All channels are open to my heart and I flow effortlessy in the present moment as if I was being softly craddled on my back in the vast, endless clear blue ocean. Then the present moment shifts as the music lifts me softly but methodically up into the vastness of space where I am find myself again floating. However, this time in a field of purple effervescent light that wraps me in warmth as my thinking is suspended and I just exist or do not exist. It does not really matter as thoughts can not describe this moment or any moment for that matter. I'm not even sure how I'm writing this post right now to tell you the truth.
All "things" and descriptions fall apart to reveal the "real reality." Where the beautiful, silent yet powerful lotus of Nirvana pushes through the confusing layers of mud that is the ego to bloom in the clear light of Oneness. In this present moment where the union of body, space and mind are realized I find true freedom.
Music is a great teacher that penetrates the crust around our heart that is formed by our delusions to reveal our inner Buddha-nature. But only if we allow it to work its healing energy. It is like a gentle but constant breeze that refreshes our true Self if we only open the windows to our very being and let it fill our lungs and bring us home to where we always were--the present moment. With new eyes we realize that the present moment and Nirvana are not seperate.
Will you open the doors of your heart and let it in or let it pass you by again as you waste away in chasing the winds of delusion? I know for myself that I am tired of chasing after the vapor trails of an illusion.
~Peace to all beings~
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Posted by They call him James Ure at 12:24 PM