A human being is a part of the whole, called by us “Universe”, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. ~Albert Einstein
It is precisely in immense solitude that you find not only your innermost layer but also, and more complicated, an estranged connection with something powerful, magical, vibrating and real.
I am here writing, not to say how to achieve a particular goal. After all, who am I? Lately, as I open newsletters and websites, I mostly find an overwhelming repertoire of articles stating what to do or not to do. But in a world already full of square lessons and instructing lectures, we probably need a space of freedom with more terrain for honest reflection and less greedy marketing materials.
I am here writing, just because like you, sometimes I have the need to say what I feel and perhaps in the process my voice is heard.
As a child and youth I used to go –walking from home—to face the great buoyant ocean. Surrounded only by the mysterious melange of the blue and green colors, there I was, absorbing every wave of heat or breeze, allowing myself to be also absorbed and completely soaked in the salty waters, immersing myself under the deep waters to encounter silence to be able to hear what we usually cannot hear. In the physical connection between my whole body and the sea there was a communication without words and it was mainly emanating from the heart.
Today, as I stroll through the forests and watersheds, I feel that the possibility of integration coexists. And it is so fantastically potent that I cannot do anything else but to stop. (Or everything outside stops for me?). Where is this coming from? Would it be from the striking ray of sunlight, or the intensity of the green leaves or yellow blossoms, or the painfully honeyed fragrance of those wild flowers meeting me somewhere in the path? Or is it because as I am experiencing all of this with just my sweet solitude, I am able to feel my whole being, able to feel the soft touch to the center of my chest?
A miracle happens, despite that our eyes, nose, and all our senses for the outer world become sharper, we principally feel our inner essence opening up and welcoming us with strong grace. And there is actually not separation. I am immersed in whatever it is! Like when diving in the blue ocean. And I allow myself to be guided when my own feet are the ones walking gently on this earth. I feel alive and grateful, and the areas of compassion, understanding and care turn out to be the ones most enhanced within my being.
I am probably writing about yoga—if we understand it as a union—or the delusion of being separated from the rest to which Einstein was referring.
My truth is that in those moments, the more I feel myself, the more I feel “the rest”, I feel (myself and the rest) both are interwoven in a unique spiral of mystic reality and sub reality.
And as I return to others, I am able to perceive –with the insights I bring from the forest— their worries and dreams, and they are tangled with my own! And finally there is a moment I realize I have been wearing a permanent smile.
Courtesy of My Yoga Online.