One beautiful, sacred, Sunday afternoon, my sons and I were lying on the couch cuddling. We were calm and content and inspired by the company of one another, as well as the company of stillness and ease that comes with allowing yourself to unfold in space with ones you love. We closed our eyes and drifted deep into one another, coasting in and out of trance, in and out of time, giving ourselves entirely to the experience of BEing.
We lay motionless, yet held within the current of our breaths, ebbing, flowing, rising and falling, the sweet echo of life moving within; nourishing the root of our soul, the root of our being bound not only by blood, but the very life force that connects all things. The natural rhythm of our heart beats chanting the song, Ahahata, Anahata; that which is unstuck. This song of the heart reminding us of the wholeness we are as we choose to embrace ourselves and our lives with genuine love and acceptance. Beneath the stillness the voices of the internal body speak, communicate, guide, feed, transfer information and energy along the highway of the spine; a magnificent demonstration of the power of nature working its intelligence deep within the human form. At the same time in another pocket of the body, layers of consciousness shift like plate tectonics beneath the surface of the ordinary mind, thoughts thinking about other thoughts, thinking about thoughts of thoughts; a complex interplay of perception creating our reality.
We lay motionless, yet the coo of the peach faced love birds nestle in the tree. The gentle breeze knocks on the screen door wanting to be heard, but having nothing to say. The cars speed buy, rushing to get somewhere, forgetting that life is not a destination, but rather an arrival to each and every moment.
The world around moving, the world within moving, and yet in the receiving of presence we feel settled and still, knowing that all life and thought comes from stillness, comes from a place that is motionless in a sea of ever changing duality. Thoughts and observations fade and we drift into the quiet of self.
Our eyes eventually open and contemplate the new moment, connect to feeling of the new breath and the sensation of a nourished soul; the sweet soul, that which is unchanging and infinitely resides in peace.
We look around the room, which has now been graced with hundreds of rainbows. The hanging crystals reflect brilliant colors as they welcome sunlight into our home. In our stillness, magic cast a gift of nature’s beauty, a gift that snuck its way between the cracks of motion. We find ourselves in awe, without the need to speak or move; we watch the dance of light.
I begin to feel the expression of the moment and it takes me through another journey of observation. I contemplate on a place of clarity within, a place that is not clouded or tainted, a place I expand through stillness of body and mind and steady draw of breath. This sweet place is the root of my soul, the heart beat within the heart, the breath beneath the breath, the knowing beyond the ego and the voice of intuition that guides me home. When we live and breathe and choose from this place of clarity our own unique expression of light and divinity shines forth. We become inspired by the vastness of stillness and trust that grace will shine through and our life becomes a reflection of the soul.
When we give our self permission to contently align within stillness we settle the murky waters of the mind and transcend the blockage of the body. When we mindfully, willingly surrender to the circumstances of the moment we are participating in a great demonstration of faith and gratitude in life, one which invites us to return to the pure foundation of self.
May you offer your awareness to the currents of presence and ride into a deep stillness within, a deep stillness that welcomes the arrival of your return. You will find that the beauty of surfacing from stillness is waking up to a life of rainbows. A life so free it shines with clarity, just as color marks its fate on the face of a crystal.
Namaste,
Robin Afinowich
