From the Storehouse of Wonder


Imagine the most beautiful gift just waiting for you…but you don’t even realize it exists! In a darkened hall on a large screen I watched Sri Sri Ravi Shankar share: there are some people in the world who are just stuck in their rooms, they don’t realize a whole different world exists outside. They eat, sleep and die in that room. Unless they are lucky to find someone who will show them the window and say, Hey, look out there at the sky, there is so much freedom out there, why don’t you leave this room, come out and look for yourself!

There are some thoughts that just strike us out of the blue – they come to us as precious realizations.

I was sitting by the window, looking out at the trees and sky, just enjoying the feeling of space that opened up before me, drawing an imaginary line between where my body lay and the far distant horizon, when it struck me: the beauty and value of space in our lives!

We live and breathe and utilze space all the time, but how often does it strike us, make us stop in our tracks and look at it with awe and wonder? How often do we take time off to appreciate – space? Yes, there are times when we crib & cry that we want more space in our lives: space to unwind, space to be with ourselves, away from cramping relations and cramped office cabins. But that’s when we feel the pinch or the crunch. A space crunch. With our daily schedules getting more and more crowded, one is left breathless, unable to relax or even observe the beauty of life!

Space cradles myriad things, beautiful and precious. Open your eyes. The cauldron of imagination and unimaginable possibilities – all inventions – are suspended in space. And what’s the point if one doesn’t have the space to unwind and simply experience that space. Space that is engulfing, relaxing, nurturing?

Entering into the space of one’s being opens up another dimension of space altogether. It’s like an unopened love letter, simply sitting there, waiting to be noticed and opened. It contains the astonishing, the remarkable, life-transforming truth, all that we hunt for in all the wrong places…there beneath our noses, and we pass it by!

I think being generally “spaced out” (without the support of drugs or alcohol) is not a bad thing after all – it raises you from the mundane level of existence and unprofitable thoughts that make you dip into past regrets or drown in future anxieties.

The ‘solidified silence’ that Swami Brahmatej spoke of in the Advanced Meditation Program I attended comes from the Space of Being – that expanding space of existence beyond thought – that which brims with life and wisdom and compassion: the solidified silence of my Guru, like a shield all around him, so that when he speaks it is like a voice travelling the distance of a few millenia to reach our ears and touch our souls with the nectar of ancient yet contemporary wisdom.

When space opens up time stands still…invisible flowers blossom in the field of consciousness, and the light of the sun and the fragrance of these flowers is what we carry with us everywhere.


4 thoughts on “From the Storehouse of Wonder

    • Thanks!
      Solidified Silence is something that needs to be experienced…difficult to describe in words. This is a word that I think my Guru Sri Sri Ravi Shankar coined. The closest I can come to describing it is the silence that comes from Samadhi – an impenetrable silence. I would encourage you to do Art of Living’s Happiness Program followed by the Advanced Meditation Program…you will experience effortless meditation, and will better understand through your own experience the other dimension of space, beyond the physical body that I was alluding to.


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