Part Two: An
expansion on its theory and practice.
"What's encouraging about meditation is
that even if we shut down, we can no longer shut down in ignorance. We see very
clearly that we're closing off. That in itself begins to illuminate the
darkness of ignorance." - Pema Chodron.
Meditation, in and of itself does not exclusively
belong whatsoever to any particular religious faith and belong in the confines
of that faith only. In a sense, it is actually a staunch rebellion of having to
belong to anything. There is no snobbish Buddhists-only philosophical club that
you are not allowed to trek anywhere near. The simple act of meditating is not
exclusive to Buddhists at all, and there are no reins within which it should be
restricted.
While you are meant to let go of your problems,
rampant unpleasant emotions, and certain kinds of thoughts; the way in which
you do so, your intent, the time that passes, the style in which you do it, the
chosen focus, or lack of a focus, and the extent that you desire to take it, is
all up to you. There are a lot of recommendations, but no rules. To quote
Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche, "Meditation
practice predates Buddhism and all of the world religions. It has lasted
through the centuries because it is direct, potent, and effective."
Perhaps we associate meditation with spirituality because when we
experience a moment of peacefully abiding, it seems so far-out. Our mind is no
longer drifting, thinking about a million things. The sun comes up or a beautiful
breeze comes along—and all of a sudden we feel the breeze and we are completely
in tune. We think, "That's a very spiritual experience! It's a religious
experience! At least worth a poem, or a letter home." Yet all that's
happening is that for a moment we are in tune with our mind. Our mind is
present and harmonious. Before, we were so busy and bewildered that we didn't
even notice the breeze. Our mind couldn't even stay put long enough to watch
the sun to come up, which takes two-and-a-half minutes. Now we can keep it in
one place long enough to acknowledge and appreciate our surroundings. Now we
are really here. In fact, this is ordinary. This is the not just the point of
being Buddhist, it's the point of being human. (Rinpoche)
It is with that observation in mind, how I will begin my second
meditation session today. Due to being very tired, I've had coffee first (a lot
of it), put some cold water on my face and added a few gentle slaps to wake
myself up, and due to an intensely painful athletic soreness in my back - today
I will be meditating on the couch. Thus, I started my meditation session just after
I typed that sentence. I turned all of the lights off and set my alarm for 30
minutes, I chose this time because I knew that my mind would drift a lot as it
always does, and I really wanted to feel what I had felt last time.
With my computer asleep I began to try to meditate again, but this time I
was at home, which is drastically different than being at a Buddhist temple. As
I started to meditate, I really missed that strong scent of incense that I had once
smelled sitting in Ekoji. So I thought about lighting a candle,
remembering that I had just bought a few brand new ones from Target that might
smell great, but then it suddenly hit me that I know myself all to well in that
regard, meaning that I would end up over thinking that as well. I know for
certain that within minutes of lighting that little scented candle I would then
start to wonder why I wasn't smelling it enough, whether or not I should blow
that one out and switch to another one, this distracting and irrelevant
thought, that distracting and irrelevant thought, etcetera.
Subsequently, I was sitting half lotus-style on the couch
with my eyes completely closed, initially thinking incessantly about
remembering small details to later put in this post. I was wondering how much
time had already past (most likely after only a few minutes), even peeking with
one of my eyes at the clock at for a moment. However, I wanted to have this
experience. I had already felt many of the benefits of meditation in full-force
after just one time and I wanted to feel it again with a passion. I realized
somewhat quickly that I would be there for a half an hour no matter what, so I
might as well just relax. I was beginning to let go of all of my perpetual thinking
about what exactly I was going to write about my experience, how I would phrase
it, and what words I would choose. It was then that I began gradually falling
deeper into my mind, with much less concern about the things going on in the
outside busy world, without a care about minutes, or time.
In total, I most likely fell asleep at least twice, if not a few times
more, with each time being a duration of about a couple seconds (as I live in
an apartment building, staying asleep midday is highly unlikely) but most of
the time I was completely aware. Thoroughly breaking with any true Buddhist
posture, I decide to grab onto my cold toes to stay awake and attempted to
repeatedly clutch them semi-tightly whilst meditating as a means of not
drifting off again. I proceeded to pull my foot further onto my thigh to add
more resistance, and leaned my head backward to create some tension in my neck.
All of this I did because I thought it would keep me more awake.
I regained focus on the dark black underneath my eyelids that I had been
watching while inside of my closed eyes, and returned to noticing the feeling
of my breath moving slowly in and out of my stomach. I felt that the most
helpful concept as I was sitting there, was to listen and to notice all of the
miscellaneous sounds going on around me: the heater's fan-like noise, the
crackling of the internet modem and other electronics, people in other
apartments coming and going, the planes flying overhead.
After meditating, I cared so much less about the distractions: that of
this entry being overdue, getting it in as soon as possible, that
girlish-perfectionist personality type goal of my hair and skin being perfect, anything
about transferring schools or my figure, anything at all about social media,
the future, and even my worrying about cleaning up the room I'm in. I've
noticed there is a clear correlation between the distractions one hears while
meditating, and the personal struggles that occur within us, and the
emotionally stirring distractions that we experience daily in life. I've
noticed this, based on only two short periods of meditation so far, and by
using myself as the experimentation. There is truly something about letting
yourself get a little lost internally and consciously bringing yourself back,
that gives you a more proficient awareness of your thoughts, and forces you to
be centered.
In conclusion, the time that I have spent meditating has always gone by surprisingly
fast. When you consider the length of the average commercial break, the amount
of commercial breaks, and the time that you must spend having to wait in line
for things in life: the spending of a short amount of time to re-ground
yourself to the basic structure of living a good life is not so bad.
Sarah
Works Cited
"Meditation FAQ." Shambhala.
Shambhala International, n.d. Web. 21 Feb. 2013.
"Pema Chodron quotes." ThinkExist.
ThinkExist, n.d. Web. 21 Feb. 2013.