It was a particularly quiet Sunday morning, soft light. Initially I allow the monkey mind loose to satisfy its need to wander. After a few minutes I generally tire of that and find myself naturally either being drawn to my breath or opening to sound.
Listening involves every cell in my body; as if I were to become like the salt in the ocean, spreading everywhere equally. There is no center, no I, just presence. It is an active state, opening, listening. Perhaps there is a resonance in all things; call it prana, Shakti, grace. When we bring our palms together in Namaste to say “the light in me sees the light in you”; perhaps we can also listen with the heart as well as the ear, welcome life, and open to all experience.