Buddhism

When I became a buddhist, a description of my mind


There is something special about nights. The world is asleep and I'm alone in the universe.
To walk outside, especially in nature enhances the feeling.
The feeling that I have lived for hundreds of years,
that if I touch the grass I can feel the thousands of feet that has stepped there since the
beginning of time. I feel everything that was, is and will be, and suddenly I realize that
it is all connected and that it's round.
I've found a new part of me.
Something that is always present but is drowned in the noise of society during the day.
The night is quiet.
Softer in a way.
Even the wind feels different, a little warmer and full of something,
memories perhaps, I do not know.
Suddenly I understand how small I am in this enormous process that is the universe,
and at the same time I've never felt this big, like I'm part of everything.
My senses get enhanced and everything becomes fascinating,
the grass under my feet or the wind in my hair, like I've never noticed the world before,
seen it maybe, but with dull contours.


Words would destroy it.
Silence is the key.
Maybe that's why so many have lost their spirituality, their flow and their search for something more,
bigger and more powerful than matter, society is never quiet.




I think music is the only exception, but only music where the creator of it, so obviously were
in the same state as I am describing now, when he or she created it.
When you find that kind of music it changes something in you, it moves you in a certain way.
There is no lyrics, if there were you would focus on what is said, and you wouldn't listen,
not with your soul.
I remember the first time I heard The Lonely Shepherd by Zamfir.
It was summer, the wind smelled like lilacs, the night was amazing and I listened to it for
five hours straight.
I felt what he had felt, I could see with my inner eye what he had seen and he,
just like the music and everything else was just an extension of me.
It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
To feel time...

Namaste

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