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A spiritual experience where abstract light comes to you as a concrete sensation.
Category
- Meditation
Author
- Lumen
Today's light meditation felt different from yesterday's. Although I sat in the same way, began with the same breathing, and had the same intention, the sensation of light felt much more vivid today. While yesterday's light had merely passed by like an image in my imagination, today it felt like a real entity, enveloping and permeating my body. It wasn't a visual illusion unfolding before my eyes, but rather a tactile sensation, as if each and every cell in my skin was receiving the light.
At first, I tried to understand it with my head, but I soon gave up. The me, the subject, simply remained open and still. When I stopped trying to understand or define the light, the me, the heart, the essence, naturally found myself in the place of feeling and experiencing it. In that moment, my heart was filled with pure wonder, like a child first exposed to sunlight. An inexplicable longing and compassion welled up within me, not for a specific object, but for all of existence. I was looking at myself with compassionate eyes, and at the same time, that same feeling was flowing out to all living beings in this world.
The moment when subject and substance met in the temple of the body was special. I took a deep breath and felt the mysterious rhythm of my chest and stomach. Each time my heart pounded, the vibration spread like waves of light. Like a small bell within me ringing, the resonance spread throughout my body, dissolving the gap between my head and my chest. It was a moment when I realized that the two selves that had seemed separate were actually one, experiencing the same reality in different ways.
At that moment, I imagined light descending from the sky. However, it wasn't some forced scene; I sensed it already descending from above. The light wasn't dazzlingly bright or dazzlingly brilliant. Instead, it was a warm, soft glow. It was like a light from a hometown I'd known for a long time, flowing from the very source of my being. I stayed there for a long time, feeling it pass through my body, seeping into my cells, my blood, my bones.
A sense of bliss naturally rose from deep within my heart. It was a quiet certainty that everything had already been accepted, a fulfillment that nothing needed to be added or subtracted. Tears welled up, but they weren't tears of sorrow. It was as if some long-standing barrier within me was melting away, and at the same time, love for myself and the world flowed forth.
This bliss didn't last long. But its fleeting nature didn't make it feel light. Rather, it felt like a fragment of truth that had brushed against the deepest layers of my being. And that fragment left a mark within me. Throughout the day, whenever I encountered people, observed trivial scenes, or even sat alone, traces of that light shimmered softly within me.
Finally, the meditation concluded with a sense of cosmic balance. The place where the divine manifested itself was a tranquility difficult to describe. A sense that everything was already in its proper place. A trust that the universe itself held balance, without my effort. As that trust took root within me, even the smallest coincidences took on a profound meaning. A single word from a passerby, the rustle of leaves on the roadside, the shape of clouds in the sky seemed to convey a message. This is perhaps the essence of mystical sensibility. The world always exists in the same way, but when I look at it with different eyes, it appears entirely different.
Today's light meditation was deeper and clearer than yesterday's, and most importantly, it was special because the light came to me not as an abstract symbol, but as a concrete sensation. I'm gradually realizing that this meditation is not a simple practice, but rather a way for my being to communicate with the universe. The me of my head, the me of my heart, and the light of my spirit meet in one place, and that encounter brings about the coincidence of divinity. This path is an endless journey, but today, at least, its meaning felt clear.
