Meditation Inspiration

Blog 887- 01.27.2018

Meditation Inspiration

Be still, my heart

Be quiet, my mind

That quiet Inspiration

Within me find.

Breathe.

Having tried most of the first half of this life to be a practicing Christian I confess that I never quite got a handle on prayer. Since letting go many of those beliefs that no longer serve me I still think of myself as a “spiritual” person. Exactly what that means like the terms prayer and meditation somewhat eludes me. The best thing that I ever read on meditation suggested that it is best to try to get still and concentrate on your breathing. The writer further suggested that one might try to imagine one’s self breathing in pure love, holding it a moment, and then breathing it out for all the Universe to feel given back.

I have come to think that meditating is prayer too. It is a sort of quiet dance we do, ourselves with the Divine. Words are not even necessary. I am reminded of a Bible verse that says something to the effect that the Holy Spirit interprets our requests to God with groanings. This intimate intercourse with the Universe is rapturous, transformative, and transporting. It is as critical to life as breathing and sadly like breathing we are often unaware it is going on.

Often I wake several times throughout the night but it is not a problem as I rarely have much trouble getting back to sleep. In that waking or barely still asleep state I am touched with inspiration – ideas that I hurry to make note of so I will remember them in the morning and be able to flesh them out. One of my long time lovers, I enjoy using that expression, kept a large legal pad always by her bed for recording her dreams and her midnight inspirations.

Sometimes when a particular idea strikes me I have trouble letting it go and getting back to sleep right away for I am curious as to where the thread of that thought may lead and do not want to wait till morning to follow it. Much of my poetry and most of my blogs are composed this way.

When one of my midnight inspiration sessions keeps me at it more than an hour or so my body often rebels and shouts, “ I am exhausted put a pin in it, rest a bit or you will pay a big price for not giving me my due – man does not live by what is writ and read alone.” My body is that of a poet too but can get pretty impatient with me especially during my extended midnight ramblings.

One night this past week I got back into bed five times and turned off the light only to rise turn the light back on and write down several more stanzas and a time or two of those a couple of stanzas or even completed poems. The beginning of this blog was actually one of those thoughts that I felt compelled to write down and in so doing wrote my own rhyming definition of prayer and meditation. I repeat it for you.

Meditation Inspiration

Be still, my heart

Be quiet, my mind

That quiet Inspiration

Within me find.

Breathe.

Your friend and fellow traveler.

David White

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s