When music can hear itself: thank you meditation

The eternal metamorphosis.

This will be a rather informal blog from my end. Which has flowed out from me. I feel like I am not the doer, just an instrument typing these words, which pops up automatically in my mind right now.

So, “music can hear itself”… what does this even mean? Is this another cheesy catchy title? Well, no. It simple means, I step back. I gently step back when I play the music in my head. In that act, there is no one to listen to music, but the music itself.

Okay, let’s analyze our day to day life. We are so so so much engrossed with what is going on in our head that we couldn’t be totally present with what we are feeling in this present moment. We are simply out of tune with the nature’s most beautiful gift to us, the beauty of present moment as it unfolds.

Unfolding! Isn’t it everywhere? Precisely staying with the object when it unfolds, like being with the metamorphosis of the caterpillar, we observe an inner transformation in ourselves… as the metamorphosis happens, it is not just the caterpillar, but we too get morphed into the butterfly. We are so engrossed in the unfolding, that we become the unfolding.

The mystery here is to enquire, “when were we not that metamorphosis?”. When were we not the changeless change. And the deep truths which meditation reveals to us is that we were that, always!, and will be! Nothing could change us, because we are that change.

The close enquiry is necessary. It is to question who we are when an object is unfolding in front of us. How to do is enquiry is to let the object unfold in front of us. Be gentle with the unfolding. Slowly, there is a transformation. With the unfolding, a layer of our psyche, which we previously though was a separate unchanging self also starts to transform. Then another layer, and another, and so on and on and on.

Finally, we become totally nude. By observing every unfolding, we realized what was inside was also outside. We are nowhere to be found. We are nudeless nude. Stripped down to the reality of nothingness void of nothingness.

This is where the magic starts. When we are nothing, we become the thing which is unfolding in front of us. Suddenly, we are everything in our psyche including the world unfolding around us.

We are that moment, expressing itself as itself, because now that moment has no resistance put up by a separate identity of self.

This is where the music can hear itself.

Put a music.

Close your eyes.

And let the music express itself.

When it expresses, let the tensions in you loosen up. Let the entirety jiggle and dance, until it is in tune with the music.

Now everything in you is on the same beat, performing the same art, devoid of any artist.

Who is the creator? Who is the composer? Who is the enjoyer?

Well, I don’t know. It just IS.

There is no point of the music. Music is the point.

This beauty of existence is always accessible to us in this present moment, always in dance, yet ever hidden. Fascinating?!

Only those who doesn’t desire this treasure can find it.

Or more precisely, don’t desire, and the treasure will find itself.

Thank you!

P.S. I wrote this 600+ words in a single go. No editing. No going back. Not even moving forward. Rather, letting that caterpillar metamorphize naturally into butterfly. Analyzers will point out the mistakes, maybe with grammar, or understanding or what not. But ones with the unconditional heart, will touch the glimpse of eternity. The words aren’t the truth. Nothing is truth. But the truth is everywhere. Hope you find the unfindable.