Anyone who has attempted to meditate would agree how utterly difficult the practice is. The mind plays various games. The more we try to control it, the more ingenuous the games become. Let me know if you identify with the black cat, white cat and the brown dogs our mind conjures up.
I sit to meditate.
“Observe your breath, focus on the divine… achieve silence, silence of the mind...silence “so the teachers teach
I am determined that today will be the day when there will be silence.
A black cat appears. MEOW. It walks towards me, tail held high twitching. It slinks into my yoga mat and
SCRATCH …” how could he say that to you?”
SCRATCH … “this is unfair.”
SCRATCH scratch…” who does she think she is? She shouldn’t have done that”
scratch scratch … loss, failure, anger, hatred, disgust
Some part of me tells me “…observe the black cat…”I look at the black cat and it vanishes. I come back to my silence
A white cat appears. PURRR. It gets onto the mat and then climbs into my lotus. It sits there purring. It notices that I haven’t budged. It sits on my lap patiently. After a while it brings up one paw to its face.
Lick… “the money can help start a school”
LICK…”the school will be for needy kids”
LICK LICK …”many kids will learn there, they will have a good future”
Lick LICK LICK LICK.. “I will teach them yoga and how to mediate”
With a jolt I realize the presence of the white cat. The white cat vanishes
I sit to meditate once again
A brown dog comes up to me. Sparkling eyes, wagging tail, pink tongue.
WAG… “Sivananda says an ounce of practice is worth tons of theory”
WaG wAg WAG… “I am doing `my practice. Soon I will feel the difference.
wag waG ... "I will glow. I will be filled with love. With Silence.”
WaG wAg wAg… “With peace…with joy… God bless everyone. Love and light to all”
The wagging continues.
I don’t even realize that for the last half hour the brown dog has stolen my silence.
Dark thoughts come scratching. Once this black cat has been banished, the white cat appears. The white cat is hard to shoo, it is a happy heady high. I still manage to shoo it away.
The toughest yet is the spiritual brown dog. Hours go by as the mind plays and replays religious texts, spiritual ideals, yoga practices.
Someday I will shoo the brown dog too. I wonder what awaits me then… A white elephant?