A few weeks ago I went to visit my friend, Shaolin Master Wang Bo. Wang Bo is like a member of our family — we see him often for casual get-togethers, holiday dinners, and even the occasional family vacation. Lately, though, he has been in an introspective place, sitting in meditation for hours on end; so our visits have been less frequent.
Seeing my friend was a special gift. While we sipped tea, giggled and shared a few words, Wang Bo showed me a video he had recently made of himself doing Tai Chi on a bluff overlooking the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean. It was so beautiful and majestic — his orange robes floating gracefully against the blue California sky creating the experience of watching him dance to silent music only he could hear. But it wasn’t as if he was dancing alone; rather, it was as though he was rhythmically embracing all the love and grace inside in a slow dance with his soul.
When I got home I wrote that down and imposed it over a still shot from the video … “Meditation is a slow dance with your soul” … and I posted it on my Twitter and Facebook pages, then smiled while admiring my own perceived “Rumi-esque” eloquence as one of my followers messaged, much to the delight of my ego.
I’ve sat with it now for a few weeks — that idea that meditation is an intimate dance with our innermost being. As my pride and ego subsided, the sensation of those words has danced … slowly … within me. And as I followed Wang Bo’s example and increased my meditation to sitting for a few hours each day, the dance has gotten slower … more beautiful … and more intimate.
What began as a clever slogan from a wannabe poet of social media has morphed into a description of an experience that so captures the essence of meditation for me. Replacing the rules and postures and dogma with a portrait of a man sitting with himself for the sole purpose of experiencing the love that dwells in his soul.
What could be more beautiful than that? Knowing yourself on the most intimate level? What more could we ever ask for as a result of meditation? And the only rule was to forget the rules and dance with myself … to follow my breath to the part of me beyond my thoughts … to the place that is love.
When we don’t let the perceived rules get in the way, #meditation becomes the practice of learning to #love ourselves.
When we don’t let the perceived rules get in the way, meditation becomes the practice of learning to love ourselves. I invite you to join me now. Put down this note and just sit with yourself. Dance with your own breath and follow it deeper and deeper inside. We are not doing a meditation, we are discovering ourselves through this motionless dance of the breath within our own hearts. Just sit … breathe … fall into love within yourself and see what you find.
Big hugs of love from the dance floor of life,