I was doing The Yoga of Great Mother Prajnaparamita puja, a set of prayers to a female enlightened Buddha who is the representation of Buddha Shakyamuni's perfection of wisdom. It's from the Heart Sutra, one of my favourite Buddhist's texts that tells of when Buddha was in Rajagriha, giving a teaching through Avalokiteshvara on the Perfection of Wisdom. And he said:
"Form is empty; emptiness is form. Emptines is not other than form; form also is not other than emptiness. Likewise, feeling, discrimination, compositional factors, and consciousness are empty."
At the part in the prayers where you meditate on emptiness, I willed myself to dissolve into that space-like emptiness. Don't get me wrong - I am far from realizing this topic, I dont really know what it's all about, but I love the idea of letting all the straight lines of our boxed in lives just fall away.
You know how sometimes thoughts can feel so heavy? Like furniture in the mind. All these solid things surrounding us; our lives, the people, the events, the plans, the things that are going wrong. We're stuck in the middle of this mess. It can be unbearable. We have to smash and push and fight our way out to freedom.
But what if it's not like that?
What if it's all just thought?
We are imputing and naming. We are inventing our realities. I willed myself to fall under her spell, to let the straight lines fall away. Let that vast mind open out. And when it was done, I stood up and walked to the computer. And out of the space-like emptiness, things began to appear. Through the Internet, projects started to appear for 2011. It's starting to look like I will come out of the hermit's cave, flap my wings and set off once more. Writing and creating and wonderful projects - it just appeared. Out of the emptiness.
And it made me think: what are you holding onto today, that you could let go of - to allow the miraculous to enter your life? Sometimes, we perhaps just need to create the space to allow it to appear.
(Photo credit: Illustration, "The Flying Man" from Wonderful Balloon Ascents, 1870)