The goal of our outer quest is to have; the fulfilment of our inner search is to be.
What we have is material, which is immaterial; what we are is spiritual, which is real.
Peace is born in what we are, not what we have.
Love flows from what we are, not what we have.
Happiness radiates from what we are, not what we have.
Fulfilment blossoms in what we are, not what we have.
When we are in the finite consciousness of our body, vital and mind, our focus is on what we have, what we do not have and what we would like to have.
Even our identity and personal worth is derived from what we have: our physical appearance; our possessions; our profession; our income; our intelligence and qualifications; our family, friends and relationships; our social standing; our emotional state; our desires, both fulfilled and unfulfilled; our ideas, concepts, prejudices and beliefs; our allegiances; our land, language, race, religion and nationality; our outer achievements and experiences, successes and failures.
When we are in our infinite consciousness – in our spiritual heart and soul – our focus is on our being and becoming.
Our material self has; our spiritual self is.
We desire to have; we aspire to be.
We have the finite; we are infinite.
We have time; we are eternal.
We have life and death; we are immortal.
Having ends in loss; being never ends, ever transcends.
We think having is being; we know being is having.
Having smothers being; being liberates having.
Having is illusory; being is reality.
Having takes and impoverishes; being gives and enriches.
Having dances with not having; being transcends with becoming.
Having leads nowhere; being is already everywhere.
We go outside to have; we come inside – we meditate – to be.
Though the drops may have forgotten their source, they retain always an innate and compelling urge. Their urge is ultimately to return to the ocean from whence they came. Yet because they have forgotten the ocean, initially the urge presents itself simply as a yearning to transcend their drop-limitations, to grow, learn and explore, to join and become an ever-larger entity.
When drops flow and join together they become streams, lakes and rivers. When a drop joins a river it ceases to indentify as a mere drop: it identifies as the river, a being vastly greater in capacity, beauty, strength and purpose. Rivers flow into larger and larger rivers, their significance, power and glory increasing all the while.
Every river is aiming for the same destination – the ocean. That innate urge is now a powerful unstoppable current. Rivers will shape landscapes and literally move mountains to reach their goal.
Once a drop has entered a powerful ocean-bound river, its chances of being re-evaporated are almost nil. It is now focused squarely on the end-game – re-immersion in the ocean.
As each drop is a soul, so each great river is a spiritual Path, a vehicle carrying countless drops back to their ocean. As there are many rivers, each with its own character, charm and beauty, so there are many spiritual Paths, all appearing different yet all bearing the same underlying current.
According to our many perspectives, we give the ocean different names, yet the God-ocean was, is and will forever be one.
Once the drop merges finally in the ocean, it is no longer a drop, no longer the river: it is once more the ocean itself.
The drop has achieved its original and ultimate purpose.
Within its tasks and adventures, each drop is fully occupied. There is no apparent connection between the drop and the ocean. The drop’s provenance from the ocean is a remote, ancient occurrence, now obscured and lost in the all-consuming necessity of the moment.
Yet every drop is forever one in essence with its parent ocean. As the sun casts forth its rays and both experiences and fulfils itself through its rays’ light, warmth and power radiating and acting in the universe; as a flower experiences and fulfils itself through the beauty and fragrance it emits; is not the ocean actually experiencing and fulfilling itself in and through each of its children-creation-portion-drops at every moment?
In all their myriad forms and activities, is it not the God-ocean secretly sustaining, being and becoming all life, activity, history and progress of the world through its agent-portions, its soul-drops?
My finger and thumb are preoccupied with their own roles and do not know me, yet I know them, for they are of me. Similarly each busy drop may forget its source, yet the ocean remembers and knows each and every drop, for each drop, no matter how remote it travels, is always of the ocean. Separated in form, function and distance, they can never be apart in essence.
The body of water we see as “the ocean” is only ever part of the ocean’s entirety: much of the ocean’s being is in the sky as clouds, on land sustaining life or invisible as vapour. When we see a cloud, a lake or a cup of tea we don’t recognise them as the ocean – yet they are all the ocean – hiding from itself, playing and enjoying itself in myriad guises and disguises.
A drop is like a soul. All souls originate in the ocean of infinite consciousness – God – and at some point find themselves magically, mysteriously or miraculously evaporated from their ocean-source. They are still one in essence with the God-ocean, yet seem now to be separate, on their own.
When a drop of rain descends to earth, it enters the field of drama and adventure. Each drop undergoes a myriad of experiences, purposes and transformations. One drop might fall as a snowflake and reside in a glacier for several million years. Another might land in a stream, which falls as a waterfall utilised by a hydro power station; another lands in an irrigation canal, is watered onto crops which are consumed by a cow to fuel its rumination and digestion. Another joins a monsoonal deluge causing flooding and destruction; another is mixed into concrete and used to build a freeway.
Another drop finds its way into your home, is made into a cup of peppermint tea, is sipped and sent to help fuel your brain, enabling your mind to perceive, read and comprehend these words. For not only physical life: the entire realm of the mind and all its awareness and achievement is utterly dependent on this miraculous commodity, water.
Like the raindrops, souls also “descend to earth,” whereon they too embark on a great series of experiences and adventures, called life.
In between adventures, from time to time drops re-evaporate, seemingly disappearing and departing the earth-scene, returning to somewhere in the sky for a while. For souls, this experience is what we call death.
Thence the vapour-droplets re-condense as new drops to embark on whole new adventures.
For souls, this reappearance into the earth-scene is called reincarnation.
Every drop originates in the ocean; and to the ocean, every drop yearns to return.
The ocean is comprised of countless drops. Yet we don’t perceive the ocean as innumerable entities: we perceive the ocean as one.
When the sun shines on the surface of the ocean, some of its surface water is evaporated. It changes its form from liquid to gas, and so apparently disappears. As the newly formed vapour rises, it cools. As it cools, it reforms into myriad tiny droplets, which together form clouds.
These clouds are derived from the parent ocean: in essence they are the same substance, only taking ever-new forms. One might imagine the ocean gazing up, watching the clouds perpetually dancing across the sky, like an artist admiring his creation or a mother observing her children at play.
When these clouds float over the land they rise and cool. As more vapour condenses into larger and heavier droplets, the mass becomes too great for the clouds to bear, gravity plays its role and the clouds release their burden as rain, hail or snow, which descends to earth. What started as ocean became vapour became cloud became rain and now becomes all manner of phenomena – lakes, streams, waterfalls, snowfields, glaciers.
Water in all its forms and functions sustains, nourishes and nurtures all life, structures and activity on earth. Every living being is comprised mostly of water. Virtually all functions and activities of plants, animals and humans require the presence of water.
Water represents consciousness. Like water, consciousness is essential to and pervades life, all living beings, functions and activities.
Like water, consciousness takes many forms and shapes and like water, all “drops” of consciousness derive from one source, one “ocean”.
I was once fortunate to stay for about 10 days at a fine hotel in Phnom Penh, which incorporated an international school for chefs. The student chef’s training included preparing meals for our large group of vegetarians. It seemed that at least one dish at each meal had to be prepared from potatoes, and that no dish could be repeated over the course of our stay. Alongside a superb array of other courses, we marveled at the inexhaustible panoply of potato presentations.
We had potato curry, potato casserole, baked potato, roasted potato, mashed potato, buttered baby potatoes, stuffed potatoes, diced, sliced and scalloped potatoes, potatoes au gratin, potato pancakes, potato wedges, potato soup, potato bread, potato cakes, French fries, home fries, hash browns, potato salad, caramelised potato.
Many dishes were seemingly utterly unrelated to each other, yet all were expressions of the one subterranean tuber.
Like Truth or God, the source was one, its forms endless.
The potato is a fine example of the principle of oneness in diversity. Each of us may have our own favourite form of potatoes. Again, we may prefer one potato dish at breakfast and another for lunch. Some may be happy eating only boiled potatoes from morn to eve, while a true potato afficionado will of course love and appreciate potato in all its multifarious forms, always.
Meditation brings us to the source of our being, the central still point from which all our attributes and aspirations arise. We discover this same central silence as the source of not only our being but of all being. By entering into our own meditation heart, we see and appreciate all reality as expressions and manifestations of one Light, one Truth, one Being.
A seeker once came to a spiritual Master, eager to ask one burning question: “Who is God?”
The Master smilingly responded: “Who is not God?”
Throughout the history of human existence, nothing and no-one has been the subject of more speculation, discussion, dispute, reverence and antagonism, than God.
Is God personal or impersonal? One, two or many? With or without form? With or without attributes? Masculine, feminine, neither or both? Does God even exist?
How can we possibly know? And why should we care?
Swami Vivekananda concluded that the search for God was the only quest worth pursuing, so he traveled from place to place asking wise and learned people: “Have you seen God?” If the answer was “No”, he moved on. Only the mighty spiritual Master, Sri Ramakrishna, was able to reply: “Yes, I see God more clearly than I see you standing before me.” So he stayed with Sri Ramakrishna.
Whoever or whatever God is, one thing which all who speculate on God’s existence agree upon, is that God must be everywhere and in everything.
If God is indeed “omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient,” God must not only be all around us, but also within us. There can not be any part of our being which is not God. Mathematically speaking, our existence is a sub-set of God’s existence, our consciousness a portion of God’s consciousness.
The most obvious, and ultimately the only reliable place to seek God therefore, must be within ourselves – not through outer learning, but through direct inner experience.
This is meditation’s ultimate purpose and promise.
Anyone who claims: “I am God”, will likely be viewed as supremely egotistical or profoundly disturbed. Yet perhaps it is we who fail to declare: “I am God”, who are the truly ignorant and crazy ones.
Talking or writing about God is pointless, fruitless frittering.
Whoever or whatever God is, lies beyond the realms of thought, analysis and even description.
God can only be felt, experienced and realised.
Whenever we try to describe, define or confine God, God eludes us.
The human mind seeks the comfort of possession by labelling and confining everything within boxes and definitions. “Understanding” gives the mind a sense of safety and control, and supports the mind’s sense of its own hegemony. This applies to the individual mind, and to the institutions created and sustained by our collective minds.
Too often, a described and defined “God” has become a weapon of control, a tool of the limiting, fear-bound mind seeking to preserve and extend its own sphere of pettiness. The mind’s need for self-righteousness, whether through chest-beating or self-flagellating, feeds off division and difference as its oxygen, spawning arrogance, delusion and even hatred.
The God of Love goes into hiding.
To attempt to know or understand God using the human mind is as useless an exercise as setting out to measure the sky with a 30 centimetre ruler. It is simply the wrong and hopelessly inadequate instrument.
Only the infinite can comprehend the infinite. If we hope to know or to communicate with God, we have first to develop our own infinite instruments with which to do so: our heart and our soul.
Cast aside all speculation about God. Forget everything you have heard, or been taught about God.
Where can we find our father, mother or dear friend when we cannot see them physically? Inside our hearts…
If God is indeed your Father, Mother or Friend, then you have every right – and opportunity – to seek and approach God inside your own heart.
Choose a quiet, uncluttered place. Sit so that the spine is straight, yet relaxed. Close your eyes and focus all attention on your breath.
Imagine the outside world has dissolved. Nothing exists beyond your controlled breathing.
Now imagine that you do not have a body or a physical form; you do not have a mind or any thoughts or desires – you are only your spiritual heart. Your heart is all love, joy, sweetness and light.
Now imagine it is not your lungs that are breathing, but your entire spiritual heart. You are not breathing in air from the physical atmosphere; you are breathing in peace, love, light and joy from the spiritual realm within and all around you. With every breath you become calmer, lighter, purer, sweeter, vaster and stronger.
Just as our physical breath brings oxygen, essential energy and nourishment into our physical body and removes carbon dioxide and metabolic waste; so our heart’s breath brings a flow of inner energy, nourishment, peace and enlightenment to bathe our consciousness and releases stress, attachments, desires, limitations and the ignorance of ego.
Just as our physical breath connects us with every other physical being on this earth – people, animals and plants – as we all breathe the same atmosphere; so our heart’s breath connects us directly with the infinite inner realms of God. Our heart’s breath has a free access to the spiritual wealth of boundless enthusiasm, limitless light, absolute freedom and unhorizoned delight.
We do not have to sit and meditate to be conscious of our heart’s breath. With every breath of our lungs we can be aware of the deeper breath of our heart – while walking, playing, studying, sitting at our desk.
Through our heart’s breath, every moment is an opportunity for spiritual growth, for meditation-in-action.
Without meditation I am incomplete. With meditation I am whole.
Without meditation I have no idea who I am. With meditation I inhabit my true self.
Without meditation I am lost in a strange, forbidding world. With meditation I am found as the playmate and lover of the world.
Without meditation I want the world to make me happy. With meditation I see the happiness of the whole world radiating from the depths of my heart.
Without meditation I am bored and boring. With meditation I am fulfilled and fascinating.
Without meditation I am listless and directionless. With meditation I am fired up and focussed.
Without meditation I am alone with no God. With meditation I am cradled in the Lap of my Beloved Supreme.
Without meditation I am a helpless victim of circumstance. With meditation every moment is an opportunity for my benefit.
Without meditation I am at the mercy of teeming desires. With meditation I am the duck’s back to desire.
Without meditation I see faults everywhere and blame everyone. With meditation I see growing and glowing perfection all around.
Without meditation I am a slave of fate. With meditation I am master of my destiny.
Without meditation I am insensible to the good, the pure and the beautiful. With meditation I breathe and perceive goodness, purity and beauty everywhere, always.
Without meditation my love is a tentative question. With meditation Love all-pervading is the ever-reverberant Solution.
Without meditation I am a nobody hoping to become a somebody. With meditation I am truly Nobody, the only real Somebody.
Without meditation I am adrift in a stormy cacophony. With meditation I am anchored in the core of Silence.
Without meditation I cannot be sure anything is really real. With meditation I have discovered absolute Reality in everything.
“When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.”
– Sri Ramakrishna
As we grow through our meditation and spiritual practise in peace, poise, clarity, creativity, purpose, joy, inspiration and aspiration, it is inevitable that we will want others to enjoy these same benefits. The practise of meditation is so simple and its effects so overwhelmingly positive, how can we not wish our friends and loved ones – indeed all of suffering humanity – to share in our miraculous discovery?
Yet shouting from the rooftops, proselytising or trying to “convert” our friends is often counterproductive. When a fruit is ripe it falls from the tree. If you pluck it earlier, you just get a sour taste. Meditation is self-discovery: just as we all have to breathe for ourselves, so we all have to meditate for ourselves.The impetus to meditate has to come from within; it cannot be forced from without.
From one candle, many can be ignited. Everyone embodies the ultimate truth, beauty and perfection within, and to discover this treasure we have only to meditate: yet first we must want the treasure badly enough to actively seek it. Candles are meant to burn. Every candle has the potential to burn brightly yet some are content to remain asleep, unignited. When a sleeping candle feels the yearning to become alight, it has only to seek out one flaming candle. Just by coming close to the existing flame, the dormant candle ignites.
If we want to inspire others, we must keep our own candle flaming.
All spiritual qualities – peace, love, light and joy – expand and radiate, continually. The deeper we dive into our hearts, the wider and vaster the fragrance of our hearts spreads.
Folded hands are the symbol and expression of devotion.
Devotion is the fast lane of spiritual progress. Devotion and meditation help each other like two arms, left and right. Devotion deepens, sweetens, purifies, clarifies and intensifies our meditation practise. Meditation reveals, strengthens, liberates, protects and perfects our devotion. It is impossible truly to experience one without the other. As one grows and develops, so must its twin.
Devotion is love in action. Devotion is not content to accept oneness as a state of being: it must taste, explore, express and celebrate oneness as fully lived, manifested reality. This oneness is with our own higher self, with the Divine within and all around us.
Love adores and yearns to approach the Divine. Devotion storms the heart of the Divine. Where love may flow as a stream, devotion surges as a torrent. If love is a wave, devotion is a tsunami. If love is honey, devotion is ambrosia.
Devotion reverberates with overwhelming sweetness and inexplicable bliss.
To meditate well, devotion is indispensable. Devotion compels us to meditate, for devotion knows that meditation is the doorway to its goal.
To gain true devotion, meditation is indispensible. As meditation draws aside the curtain of the mind’s illusion, the force of devotion from within becomes irresistible just as the gravitational pull of a large planet increases as we approach and the brilliance of the sun brightens as we come nearer.
Folded hands act as a magnet to attract devotion. Our folded hands draw devotion into our hearts, and from within our hearts. Our folded hands not only recognise the presence of a higher power, light, love and bliss within us, they impel us to enter into, embrace and become that very power, light, love and bliss as our reality-self.
We talk about going deep in meditation, and we also talk about going high in meditation. Ultimately, a deep and a high meditation lead to the same reality-goal.
Depth and height are both relative concepts, which pertain in the realm of the finite. We strive to go deeper or higher in our meditation because both height and depth lead us ultimately beyond our finite selves into our infinite, wherein we long to dwell. All attributes and barriers of the finite – thoughts, desires, limitations, ignorance, space-time – are dissolved in height and depth alike.
To go deep in meditation means to still our surface consciousness – our bodies, our emotions and our minds – in order to dive into our spiritual hearts. As we dive ever deeper and deeper within, our awareness expands into the infinite.
To go high in meditation means to muster all of our mind’s determination, our emotional intensity and our heart’s inner cry to fly upward, rocket-like, to transcend the gravitational pull of our thoughts, desires and attachments. As we soar higher and higher, our awareness expands into the infinite.
Folding our hands in front of our hearts when we meditate helps and focuses our effort in whichever direction we are trying to go in our meditation – either deep or high – or both at once.
The very act of folding our hands injects purpose and momentum in whichever direction we are seeking to go, inward or upward.
Placing our folded hands in front of our spiritual heart is a call within. Immediately we feel the way within beckoning, and a surge to plumb our inner depths.
Placing our folded hands with fingers pointing upward to the heavens ignites and powers up our heart’s aspiration to rise ever upward and scale infinity’s heights.
