It rained hard last night and the Buddha pond was full to the brim this morning. Raining days are good for visualizing what one’s world will look like when the sun returns. This morning we looked at our two big rooms that serve as our living room and photography studio and saw what the Blackstone Yoga Center is going to be like.
I feel an urgency to get the house ready. We need new carpeting so the two rooms can easily convert to either a place for a yoga class or evening meditation. Even the big screen TV, which we never watch anymore, will serve for evenings with various teachers on DVD. The affirmation that stands over the entrance to the LOTUS shrine at Yogaville—Truth is One, Paths are Many—will also be our standard. This will be a place for all seekers of truth, no matter what the path they have chosen.
In a world that has been chopped up like the butcher’s steer into good and bad choices of meat, there is a great hunger to put our world back together again. We have become a Picasso painting full of suffering fragments all crying for the Self they know exists but can’t find. We find this suffering in our friends and in our society and, now with mass media, all over the globe. Our planet is in pain from the burden of all this suffering. Where has our still center gone? Where has the evening on the front porch listening to the night birds gone?
In our panic to find inner peace, we have stirred up our world to such a degree that all remains is noise. The truth is that peace can know noise, but noise cannot know peace. And as with the Picasso painting, the totality of the picture can know the part, but the part cannot know the totality. We have identified with a fragment and called it “me,” built a story around it, made our economy run on it, and set off to find our Self by buying the lastest product. We are all like lemmings going off the edge of the cliff together because we have forgotten how to be.
So the Blackstone Yoga Center is to be a place where seekers can find a small space that is free from the noise of seeking. A front porch, if you will, where one can sit and drink in the fragrance of the present moment.
The only way for noise to know stillness is to become still. The only way for suffering to know peace is to stop seeking.
Posted under General Observations
This post was written by ed on August 31, 2006