“In meditation there can be no thinker, which means that thought must come to an end—the thought which is urged forward by the desire to achieve a result. Meditation has nothing to do with achieving a result. It is not a matter of breathing in a particular way, or looking at your nose, or awakening the power to perform certain tricks, or any of the rest of that immature nonsense.... Meditation is not something apart from life. When you are driving a car or sitting in a bus, when you are chatting aimlessly, when you are walking by yourself in a wood or watching a butterfly being carried along by the wind—to be choicelessly aware of all that is part of meditation.” ~Jiddu Krishnamurti⠀
Earlier today as I was walking, I watched a single brown leaf fall softly through the air. My eyes lingered upon it throughout the entirety of its descent. It was delicate. Soft. Fluid. Graceful. “Being carried along by the wind” seems like a lovely way to describe it. The experience of watching it was magical in a way I can’t bring words to. No one could. Not really. It defies spoken language. Thought stopped. Time ceased. The world beyond my perception of that leaf disappeared. Nothing outside of that experience existed. There was no time or space, no here or there. Just that. Only that. My eyes resting upon that falling leaf.⠀
I love seated meditations. I love sitting and breathing, resting in a space of silence. The stillness allowing for the external world to dissolve and fall away. But every moment of our lives can be viewed as meditation. Every breath to bring presence. We just have to bring awareness, allowance, and the gentle focus of our attention, to whatever’s unfolding in our experience.