I am deep in meditation when a leaf flutters down through my awareness, drifting effortlessly into view within the deepness of my knowing.
Softly it whispers. “Like a leaf falling, time moves without your hands guiding its passage.”
My first reaction is to shoo the thought away. I mean seriously! I am in meditation. I’m not supposed to be having thoughts!
It won’t be shooed.
There it is again.
My breath deflates.
A thought rises up out of my belly. Resistance is futile. Meditation isn’t about emptying the mind. It’s about being present within all my body to this present moment. And in this present moment, a leaf is whispering to me.
As gracefully as I can muster, I yield to its presence and allow it to settle gently onto the crucible of my knowing, I am held in this present moment, embodied within all that is present here and now, within and all around me. We are all connected.
That leaf and me. That breath of wind. The tree releasing its golden gifts. The earth catching them on its fertile ground.
We are all here, embodied in this present moment. Effortless. Complete. Timeless.
And I breathe.
It is the timelessness that surprises me.
I mean, isn’t all of life about the passage of time?
Time is a man-made construct, some voice within whispers.
The construct of time was created by man to somehow make sense of and claim nature’s natural nature to Release. Let go. Be.. Be present. Man doesn’t like the present moment. Man is caught up in fixing the past or designing the future.
In nature, there is no concept of ‘time’. No past. No future. There is only this present moment where all things that are present exist fully alive, fully here, being and becoming.
In this moment, the invitation is to Release. Let go. Be. Release. Let go. Be.
In Philip Shepherd’s work on The Embodied Present, there is an exercise where trainees are invited to walk outside and allow the body to guide them to stop periodically beside a tree or flower or leaf, neither intentionally nor non-intentionally, and state, “I am here.”
The ‘here’ is not a declaration, a claiming of ownership, a marker placed judiciously in time and space. It is simply a statement of communion with all that is present wherever the body has guided you to stand and state, “I am here.”
This morning, as I sat in meditation, a leaf fluttered into view carrying with it a reminder to get out of my mind and into my body. To let go of having to know. To Release. Let go. Be within all that is present in the world around and within me.
And in that sacred nature, to be open and alive within the vast, ineffable mystery of a falling leaf as it drifts effortlessly on the wind’s whispering incantation to Release. Let go. Be.