Robert Veres

Song of the Universe Robert Veres

I felt rather than saw the Thing-Which-Watched-It-All-From-The-Inside Out, the Mind-Which-Was-Composed-Of-All-Holy-Spirit, the Awareness which exulted when the hawk found the mouse in its talons and which also bled from the mouse's wounds. It was life and death, triumph and tragedy, it was both sides of the ledger in every transaction, and it extended out into a distance and beyond that distance to all the places where my mind was not prepared to follow. And yet I could sense its own pulse of awareness, and where I had expected a ponderous gravity and arrogant majesty that would make me feel as if I were nothing and less than nothing, it was instead quick and insightful, and I thought I detected amusement as it watched through me my own awareness of its presence. It experienced with me the recognition that it was participating in my astonishment and awe, and through me it shared this wonderful delicacy of experience that traveled in endless circles and made my mind spin. Out of that spinning, I landed gently on a realization. This, thinking purely with the spirit, is the real, original, true goal of meditation. This is something the human species has temporarily forgotten, and now it must relearn.