Have you ever glanced at a Bhudda and felt a sense of peace surround you . Its like you are blissed by the presence of this peaceful being and all that he embodies. Now imagine sitting in a secret garden (that you stumbled upon while walking to your car) , just you and the Bhudda and pure bliss. Its almost like a dream. However just like all experiences in life there are two sides to the story and a continum of feelings on which also lies extremes . As a yogini I strive for balance. Balance in feelings, emotions, and actions. As a human I get caught up every now and then in the extremes' the paradox of societ, and as a result experience the fall from one extreme to the other and after a little bit of chaos life returns back to the balance and harmony, and you take a deep breath and move forward. In the midst of the journey I express a range of emotions : happiness, joy, bliss, anger , sadness, and in the end of the ride I step back , get off and smile to myself because its all just part of the dance, just another move. Break it down .
So what in the world does this have to do with the Bhudda, well the Bhudda in the garden was there for a reason , in my world this reason was to shed light on that which is obvious..."thou shalt not judge" , and "thou shall take a chance , always" ! All this knowledge from the bhudda in the park, well he had helpers. As I meditated on the bhudda I raised my eyes and within a split second my meditation broke, my heart started racing, and my emotions went from bliss to AHHHH ( a scream that is ). Above the bhudda stood a ghost ... a white ghostly face with two dark cavities for the eyes and a black cloak. The ghost appeared frozen in its tracks, perhaps from being discovered. I observed my feelings change and a fear take over me, no one was around and my initital instict was to run. When Henery returned I pointed out the ghost and he too gasped at the site but then did something I wouldnt have, he moved closer and shed light on the darkness only to reveal a beautiful BLUEJAY , yes a bird , well a bird carving. In the dark only white face was glowing and everything else remained dark, in the light the bird came to life with bright blue colors. Again I observed my feelings of relief , joy, and a snippet of enlightenment. Perhaps in life we miss out on beauty by instinctively judging and not taking a chance to shed light and reveal what is underneath. Perhaps situations seem dark and empty and unfair but they may be a blessing in disguise or may eventually reveal their beauty or light.
The past few weeks have been overwhelming with such situations of darkness, of stress, of superficiality of attachment. I take a deep breath and allow the play to continue not knowing what it all means but with the faith that there is always light. The bhudda is a reminder or the bliss, the ghost the darkness and the bluejay ...light and together they are the characters in this play of LIFE !
Peace
