Snowglobe
TSK Exercise 24, Marriage of Sound and Breath
This is a really interesting exercise; I worked with it years ago using recorded sounds that served as a repetitive order & structure of appearance, as I focused joining my breath with the sound. It demonstrated to me how I was structuring what appeared both on the surface, and at deeper levels.
As Jack pointed out in the conference call, inquiring by using TSK Exercise 24, Marriage of Sound and Breath, we can gain access to the creativity of Space, and the power of Time by focusing on the structure & order of what appears. If interested here is the link to my notes from 6 years ago:
What is different this time is that I’ve dispensed with the recorded sound order & structure, and instead, just allowed a stability of breathing with normal sounds to happen, and “on this basis, notice the thoughts that come and go”.
I noticed the usual discursive and discriminating thinking, the narratives with which I explain to myself, storylines and scenarios, reasons and justifications, likes and dislikes, the connecting of those lines of thoughts. They happen as if on the surface of my bubble, but between them I notice, as if touching base, a checking with my sense of body consciousness, the ‘me-feeling‘ of body awareness here. That feeling seems to anchor the ‘thought–strings‘ that arise, connect and fade. So the bubble of me seems like a surface tension of stories anchored to a deeper me-feeling that rounds my circle.
But I also, at some point have a sense of a much wider or more open space. I don’t know how far the walls of my bubble extend, but there just seems to be more room. The story lines seem to dwindle, and ‘word-strings‘ seem to arise that could become stories, but I just don’t invest in them. I let them go with the exhale and relax. Sometimes there’s a dreamy quality, where opposites can exist simultaneously, where my ‘meaning making‘ decides its okay to be and not to be at the same time. If there’s a thought, it’s more like a wisp or breath as light as air, no more weighty than meaninglessness. Other times I’m aware of little packets of input, little snippets of sense data, coming at me, distant traffic sounds, ringing in the ear, warmth of embodiment, and when I forget the sense of ‘me‘, it’s like a suspension in a snow-globe of being, I am the globe, I am the appearance, but there is no specified me being referred to. Imagine you are the emulsion of the globe, but there are no more boundaries, no surface tension, no depth, just experience arising. It’s not that things can’t be differentiated, they can, it’s that they are not weighty, or solid, they seem more space filled.
David
