“The gift of learning to meditate is the greatest gift you can give yourself in this life. For it is only through meditation that you can undertake the journey
to discover your true nature, and so find the stability
and confidence you will need to live, and die, well.” (Sogyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying)
It has been an interesting day for me, one that resulted in delaying the writing of this post amongst other things. I took today’s image from the Smithsonian Magazine site as it resonated with what I was feeling, where I have been and to where I am once again heading. Though it is -20 C outside the walls of my home, I sense the upwelling of vital energy within me, an energy that is both body and spirit. There is a term for this – bindu.
Bindu is held to be the point at which begins creation and the point at which the many becomes the unity. It is also described as “the sacred symbol of the cosmos in its unmanifested state.”
This idea of becoming one is both a Buddhist and a Jungian concept. I now had a term for the energy field that was wakened, so I went in search of more, first turning to one of my books by Chogyam Trungpa:
“The physical act of sex has often been described . . . as an act of noncompletion. Sex is seen as a clumsy way of releasing your bindu. Bindu in this case is the essence of the body; often it is equated with semen, but that is not necessarily a good definition. Both men and women possess bindu. Bindu is the essence of the mind and essence of the body.” (Trungpa, Work, Sex, Money, p. 102)
As I meditate nude, there is a blossoming of energy that touches the roots of my body as well as my mind which embraces so much more that what I should know. And as I am awakened to this bindu, I experience a freedom that far surpasses that of simply being clothes free. I feel the fullness of being a man, the fullness of being a child of the god and goddess.of all creation.