Fragment 6 - Stepping Into the Painting
As a child, I could lose myself in a Chinese wall scroll, tracing the bridge with my finger until I felt I’d walked across it. The meditation was already there, designed by the painter. With no baggage to trip me up, I fell straight into the painting...and unknowingly, into my first meditation.
Now the same doorway is still open. A picture, a sound, a breath, a silence — any of them can pull us through the frame, if we let go of needing to be the one walking.
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This is the same invitation to meditation. You can try it yourself: lie down on the ground — knees bent, feet planted, a small cushion or book under the neck, blanket for comfort. Imagine the room you are in as a wooden carving by a master craftsman. Every object is shaped in three dimensions, yet everything is connected. Include yourself in the scene — not separate from the floor, the walls, the furniture. Even the phone on the table belongs. Nothing is turned out. Lie for as long as you find it interesting, or if you prefer, set a timer for 20 minutes with a non-abrasive alarm sound.
Meditation is not disappearance. It is forgetting yourself here and forgetting the painting over there. In that forgetting, you may find that you both exist and don’t exist... part of the carving, part of the flow.