A small gathering of seekers sat before him, their eyes filled with quiet anticipation. Some had wandered long for wisdom; others had just begun their path. He regarded them with a gaze that seemed to pierce beyond the veil of their flesh, seeing the currents of their lives, the burdens they carried, the yearning for awakening that burned beneath their questions.
He began, his voice like a deep, fluid, and unhurried river.
“Dear seekers, I ask you a simple yet profound question. Do we meditate once or twice a day, upon the cushion, or is meditation a twenty-four-hour affair?
Is meditation like breathing?
Consider this: Do we breathe for only a few hours each day and then cease, or is it a continuous process?
“So too is meditation. It is not a ritual confined to moments of stillness but a state of perpetual awareness. True meditation is not separate from life—it is life itself.
“When we walk, we walk with no walker—just the pure act of walking, unburdened by the thinker in tow.
When we eat, we simply eat, each bite savored with our entire presence, rather than letting the mind stray to tomorrow’s battles or yesterday’s ghosts.
When we listen to another speak, we do not prepare our response before they have finished; we simply listen, wholly, as if the entire universe exists in that moment between words.
“To live in such a way is to be consciously present, to be engaged not with the noise of thought, but with the immediacy of being. This is the meditation that does not cease. This is the breath of awareness that fills each moment with life.
“But how can we cultivate such a way of being? How can we train a mind that has long been lost in its own narratives?
“We begin by sitting in stillness. When we sit to meditate, we are not escaping the world—we are fully immersing ourselves in it but not of it. We let go of judgments, interpretations, and opinions.
We become aware of our surroundings and the sounds around us. We anchor ourselves in our breath, posture, and sensations within our bodies. When the mind currents try to pull us away, we return to our momentary anchor.
And yet, we do not cling to anything. We observe, but we do not engage. We rest in a vast space of no-mind, where thought dissolves like mist in the morning sun.
“In that emptiness, something profound arises. In that flowering of stillness, a fragrance of silence unfolds, delicate yet boundless. A presence beyond the self, vast as the sky and weightless as the wind.”
“And in that stillness, the Divine flows effortlessly, like a river surrendering to the embrace of the sea. Spring arrives, and the grass flourishes in its own time, untouched, yet all is nurtured by the invisible hand of existence.
“So, dear seekers, do not wait for meditation to happen. Do not confine it to a time, a place, or a posture. Let it be the very breath of your being. Walk in meditation. Speak in meditation. Love in meditation. Live in meditation.
“And when you do, you will discover that life itself has always been a meditation- an unbroken stream of awareness flowing through you, simply waiting to awaken within you.”
The master fell silent, and the room seemed to breathe with him. A hush settled over the seekers, not from mere quiet but from something more profound—the recognition of a truth once known, long forgotten, and now remembered.
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