Form and formless 3-30-2018

When I was a kid for one summer I went to a day camp that took us to a huge public swimming pool.   To get to the pool you had to walk through a small ankle-deep foot bath. The water was always cold and some kids tried to walk on the side edges of the bath and not step in. I guess its purpose was to wash your feet and remove some of the dirt and microbes residing there. It did not make my feet feel any better.

This memory sprang through my mind as soon as I felt the sound vibration tingling my foot as I stepped into Aladdin’s closet. The deep humming like the bass note coming from a concert sized Bose speaker now extended throughout my entire body. As I passed through I felt lighter, airy, more open and extremely okay. It was like walking through a strainer that filtered out chunks of stuff from my body and mind. It melted away the crystals of lactic acid from my muscles and joints as well as the knots in my stomach. The tight tangled recurring thoughts in my head uncurled and I was floating on air.

My face opened up especially around my eyes that were now smiling. Free, easy, and knowing that all I need is the air that I breath.   Each breath had the mysterious fragrance of love within it. Each breath felt as though I was filling up deeper and bigger with love until I was almost bursting and then the loving breath would softly and smoothly flow out.

I was being pulled deeper and deeper inward by spiritual gravity. The sense of form of being me started to dissolve into a large sense of being us. Then the more airy form of being us dissolved further into a formlessness of just being. There was no sense of form. Thee was just awareness. Like being a mirror out in space with the ability to reflect anything that goes by; but there is nothing there to pass in front of me. Just being, awareness of itself.

I floated in and out from form to formless with the rhythm of the tides of the ocean.   Floating softly. Even now the memory echoes lingering with each breath.