In early May I sat with Sharon Landrith at a meditation retreat. I didn't know it would unfold this way, but I also sat with Stone Buddha for hours.
Stone Buddha lives tucked up under some trees and bushes that line the border of a little garden at the Omega Institute in Rhinebeck NY.
I had sat several rounds of meditation with him three years ago, rounds of meditation when I couldn't handle another session in the big hall with everyone else. I felt his presence then as steady and able to take anything. I leaned on that like a life-line.
I don't remember what called me to him this year, but I found myself there one morning before our regular session began.
Transmission. Stillness. Absolute abidance. It was palpable. I sat and looked at him with half closed eyes and waves of settling washed over me, like the shuddering double-take breaths that move a person when something releases deep inside. I've seen cats and dogs take those breaths too, and babies. A fist I hadn't been aware of unclenched from my heart.
I could have sat for 100 years in that peace. Leaves rustled above him, glancing in the dappled sunlight, people walked past to the cafe, to their workshops. All stillness. His stillness never changed. It wasn't' a dead stillness, it danced and was full. It underlaid everything. There are parts of it that I cannot relate now, they have dissolved.
It was as if he beamed that unmoving unshakable peace directly into my being, opening me to it, showing me the way. When, for brief moments, I felt myself slip out of it even the slightest it was completely obvious, the difference was that distinct. All I had to do was open my eyes and look at him and the beaming would start again. It was as if he said, 'This. Come sister, this is where it is', and I could step into that place because he showed me the way, held the door open.
As I sat I found a kind of inquiry that I have never had access to before. Any question I had I simply asked him. I dropped the question into that living stillness, that utter soft stillness, and from there the answer came back to me, instantly and clear.
I would like to convey exactly what he showed me, but I fear my words will fail.
I have a yearning to go back and sit with him for a week, for a month, for as long as it takes. Nothing calls me more profoundly than that place he holds open to me. I have a plan coalescing to do it, to rent a tent spot at Omega late this summer and sit and sit and sit with Stone Buddha.
May the evening hold you in beauty, Love, Evangeline
Hi there, Evangeline here. In this blog I will post, in addition to other things I'm sure, written self inquiries that I meditate upon using the four questions and turnarounds of the Work. In doing so I hope to give readers a feel for the Work, as well as tread into territory that is often seen as shameful or too personal in a person's life to look at peacefully and publicly from the point of view of the dispassionate, loving witness. Let's see what we find, let's explore those dark places that are usually swept under the rug. Let's see that there are no new shames or thoughts or impluses, only God, unconditional love, pulsing powerfully up through unconscious conditioning.