By Debbie Lynn
Some people like to chant, some sit quietly, but I meditate to a mind full of music.
Music takes me places. It is an escape, a lullaby, and an inspiration that moves my soul. It can take me into a deep meditative state and drop me into another world eyes wide open.
There are times when a single note is like lightening—an electric charge that can bring me to tears. Other times I fall into the hands of a melody and I am swept far away in a transcendental paralysis, with a million colors shooting though my minds eye.
I have found many answers in song. I’ve lost my thoughts, recovered feelings, and I am never far from a hard-wired rhythm to beat with the pulse of my moment. I can focus on a note while the melody dances around me. I can hear it, see it, taste it, and I let it seep into my bones.
I have witnessed the way music soothes my restlessness, nurtures and arouses life all around me, and the way everything has some kind of wild-organized beat. The music in my meditation has texture and solidity. It grounds my flighty head and it rests its’ serenity in my spine. I sit taller, longer and with more ease in a mind full of music.
I absorb the cadence with no effort at all as my mind sinks deeper into azure water sparking a crystalline fire that often sees more than I am able to understand.
I have a mind full of mindfulness with gentle wave of presence.
It is the music, the sweet, sweet music, and the clarity of that music that overwhelms everything else. I wonder how it is so big, when the rest of the world around me is small and silent.
Lost in the musical vibration, I recover from highs and lows through a meditative session of peace. I don’t think I can find the words to describe where I was, where I am and where I am going. It is futile to try, so I let a melody explain.
It seems like whole universe is singing to me all at once (a coordinated chaos of sound resonating through my entire body) and for one fraction of a moment I am completely connected to something much larger then my knowing.
But as quickly as it comes, it goes and I realize, it wasn’t the universe after all.
It was me.
“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”
― Lao Tzu
With dancing colors, vivid shapes and swirling the sound of OM fractured by other tones in my head, I retreat again and again in the energy. I feel the opening—I can hear it and hold it all over again but I remember it is temporary because it is all connected to a long gone memory (the songs are good like that).
In sync and feeling blissed out, the sun rises and sets and the music in my head never ends. Morning mediation bleeds out the worry and stress, cradles me in rhythm and holds vigil in my body, a place I can go to anytime I choose—no strings attached.
This is a gift from the gods/goddesses of formation.
Meditative melodies and a mind full of music. It is simply the sound of my silence.
Editor: Dana Gornall
The wonderment, curiosity and hypocrisy of life led to exploration and a cumulative documentation (art and journaling) of what she sees, feels and observes. Debbie writes and speaks to the logical side of Spirituality (being accountable, responsible, and full engaged in life's happenings). She is now cruising the Caribbean with her Husband on their 46’ Catamaran “INDIGO.” Debbie has had numerous articles published in Rebelle Society, Elephant Journal, The Edge Magazine and SAIL Magazine and now a featured writer for The Tattooed Buddha. Her daily posts can be found on Facebook .
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