Try listening to this song while reading this…
Take the [TSK] vision into your daily activity, observing lightly and free from judgment the effect it has in your life.
Lately music, though not the only opening, has been easy access to a more open appreciation of a lightness of Being, at the point where ‘dawning’ arises in awareness, at the wellspring of the fresh and pristine. Melody, rhythm, and orchestration provide currents that are not so quickly passed over with the usual urge to busily foreclose a moment while reaching for the next. I seem to let go of my risk-free investment in personal stories and float in a less volatile and more insightful field of awareness where sound and silence blend with knowing and not-knowing. Images and thoughts arise and mingle with melody, and seem to float in a sea of felt silence.
But I also walk outside and feel the air on my face, it’s warm or cool touch, and the sounds of life, the streams of sensations flooding awareness, and all the messages in my brain. I sense the sorting out, and ordering of my experience while looking back on what just happened. I also feel the letting go of all that, as if the slate was just wiped clean, a slate of dark mystery and the unknown, from which the new sensations spring up, blossoming like fireworks in the space of mind and body. There is a scent of the essence of my life in the air, a feeling of the exquisiteness of being awake. It is a presence free of all the things I tell myself, all the stories I fill my world with and feel obliged to live into. It is a song of songs, a melody of living, a taste of everything.
I have come to ‘glimpses’ of this ‘wider‘ awareness over time, gradually expanding my attentiveness to it, primarily because of the work (or labor of love), with the practices and readings that accompany the Time, Space, Knowledge vision, and from the sharing between my fellow students, and the instruction and personal guidance I have received from my teacher, Jack Petranker. The skills that Tarthang Tulku Rinpoche offers in his TSK vision are extraordinary, he offers NOT the pot of gold at the END of the rainbow, but the very rainbow itself.
David
This is beautiful. Hints at the unspeakable and coveys the feel of loving presence.
Thank You
I think you’ve found a wonderful way to connect the stream of language with melodic undercurrents. Like attending to sound and breath, the two welcome one another.