I decided to take a long bath today.
I figured I could sit back , enjoy a song or two, read a little bit, soothe my yoga stretched hamstrings and clean myself up in the process.
So there I was, surrounded by bubbles..
what a great song….
I then later thought…
what a touching story.
As I put down the yoga magazine I was reading, it seemed that all the right conditions to create a Moment of Presence fell into place….
The very act of applying the body wash to my bath sponge was art. I observed the soap which I poured in no particular pattern become absorbed into the sponge.
As I lathered my body, I was aware of each and every sensation. I circled one way, than the other, noted the difference between the two and moved on. The water flowed off my arms and disappeared into the soapy depths from where it came.
I reached for the shampoo noting the weight and feel of the bottle in my hand. I soon became totally engulfed in the massaging of my scalp, noting that the scent of the shampoo was overpowering the aromatic bubbles in the bath.
I leaned back and felt the water embrace my head.
A moment of silence. Complete darkness.
Then a heartbeat, a breath…inhale….exhale.
The beating of my heart sounded like a drum, my throat spontaneously became the gateway for …
OM
The sound and vibration was the only thing in my awareness.
There was only OM.
From that OM everything seemed to manifest…there “I” was again. I noted the subtle breath as it caressed my vocal chords, I felt the tone and strength of the OM vibrations change with each beat of my heart. The lungs were emptying, the sound growing more and more feint. I slowly raised my head out of the water, my eyes opened…
Wow!.. what an experience, how long did that last?
the Moment of Presence was gone.
