Meditation is something natural, something that is already hidden inside you and is trying to find its way to reach to the open sky, to the sun, to the air. But mind is surrounding it from all sides; all doors are closed, all windows are closed. The techniques are needed to open the windows, to open the doors. And immediately the whole sky is available to you, with all its stars, with all its beauty, with all its sunsets, with all its sunrises.
Just a small window was preventing you…just a small piece of straw can go into your eye and it will prevent you from seeing the vast sky because you cannot open your eyes. It is absolutely illogical that just a small piece of straw or sand can prevent you from seeing the great stars, the infinite sky. But in fact they can – they do.
Techniques are needed to remove those straws, those pieces of sand, from your eyes. And meditation is your nature, is your very potential. It is another name of alertness.
The young father, taking his baby for a walk in the pram in the park, seemed quite unperturbed by the wails emerging from the pram. “Easy now, Albert,” he said quietly. “Keep calm, there’s a good fellow.”
Another howl rang out. “Now, now, Albert,” murmured the father, “keep your temper.”
A young mother, passing by, remarked, “I must congratulate you. You certainly know how to speak to babies.” Then, patting the baby on the head, she cooed, “What is bothering you, Albert?”
“No, no,” cried the father. “His name is Johnnie; I am Albert.”
He was simply trying to keep himself alert: “Albert, don’t lose your temper.” He does not want to forget, otherwise he would like to throw this baby into the lake.
Meditation is simply awareness without any effort, an effortless alertness; it does not need any technique. But your mind is so full of thoughts, so full of dreams, so much of the past, so much of the future – it is not herenow, and awareness has to be herenow. The techniques are needed to help you to cut your roots from the past, to cut your dreams from the future, and to keep you in this moment as if only this moment exists. Then there is no need of any technique.
Hymie Goldberg was visiting his friend, Mr. Cohen, who was dying. “Do us a favor,” said Hymie Goldberg, “when you go to heaven could you find a way of letting me know whether they play baseball up there?” Mr. Cohen said he would certainly try to contact his old friend if at all possible.
Only a few days after Mr. Cohen died, Hymie Goldberg had a phone call. “Hello, Hymie,” said Mr. Cohen. “It is your old friend here.”
“Cohen? Is it really you?” asked Hymie.
“Sure,” answered his friend. “I have some good news and some bad news. First, there sure is baseball in heaven. And the bad news is that you are pitching next Sunday.”