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Sitting in silence, the stillness embracing my being there is a sense of renewal, as if my body is absorbing and ingesting something. Something that is tangible and just a feeling of renewal, regeneration, rejuvenation. This is the spirit, there is not much in the body, but it is as if I awaken to a fresh clear mind.
This something I cannot adequately describe or define, it is a feeling of renewal and what it renews is not physical or maybe a later effect, it is I feel spirit and it is if my body is like a sponge and it is slowly soaking up this feeling. I sit, just feeling this filling up, I have no thoughts and there is a profound rest and comfort and a feeling of all is well, really well. Not so much in the physical and it is if the physical is forgotten and just not there and yet it is.
I feel to sit for hours just imbibing and then I get the feeling to get up, come too, stretch or eat, drink. My body still stiff from an injury to the hip and yet all is well and a Buddha smile plays and lights up my face and heart and in that moment I know what it is to smile from the heart.
I feel I cannot get enough of this ingesting and renewal and when a weary me, a weary world yearns for this renewal and rest from the fevered brow of intense effort by the ego to drive on for success at any cost and then to distract from this fiery endeavour by alcohol, exotic food, sexual activity or watching a movie of a sporting event only for me to feel there is something lacking and the tendency to repeat the distractions and to feel a hole a something not quite hitting the mark.
Then the 'voice of the quite within me' calls me back and I hungrily soak up the quiet and the rest in the silence and the stillness and that hole is filled with 'something of renewal' and I feel that my being is being filled up, renewed with this energy it is Life Itself, Life speaking to me in eloquent terms that is a language of the soul and reminds me intuitively this is a real life and not the impermanency of the world.
This is also alchemy quietly dissolving the hard ego thoughts to quietness and being renewed and also the cleansing waters of the soul and taking the slow embers and fires of transformation that shape and sculpt my being into the eternal creative unfolding that Universe holds for us.
More and more the noisy cacophony of the human world jars my head, my brain and actually causes a pain of a sort which is a reminder to come back home to the quiet, even natures loudest sounds are not as distorting as the human sounds of some films, music, technology and incentive behaviour.
Oh noisy world of materialism, what do offer or have for me, my soul has it all?
SHACK aka GEOFF