Verse 35: The Sound I Can’t Not hear
It’s been almost two and a half years since I posted about verse 34. A lot has happened since. A gradual and reluctant coming out of retreat.
First I started a new job (after not having an official job for over a decade). It is a remote job (which means I don’t need to leave home to do it) that demands my mind come out of retreat but allowed my physical body to remain in retreat. Being paid again created new mental and social challenges. It took me about a year to settle into the job (after a 12+ year career break). It took another year to feel suitable for it. And it took almost another (third year) to find a balance and space that allowed me to get back to this exploration (verse 35 was the last painting I made but did not get around to publishing).
Being paid again also created a potential for movement I had not had for a long time (and did not expect to have again). This new potential mobility initially stressed me. For many years I didn’t have much choice, except to keep living a simple life (sometimes literally: chop wood, carry water). However, life in Romania was winding down, and with the paying job I felt I was being presented with an opportunity and responsibility to make some difficult choices. This eventually led to an acceptance of what seemed like two inevitabilities. The first was that the Romanian chapter of my life was indeed coming to an end. The second was that the only place for me to go was back to Israel (in one of its most historically turbulent periods). And so, I am writing these words from a Tel-Aviv apartment.
And so I find myself reflecting on verse 35 from within the dense Israeli field of vibration. And the reflection is instant and sharp. The silence and spaciousness of the Romanian farm has been replaced by a non-stop background rumbling of a city (that brands itself as “the city that never stops”) in a demanding country. Being (once again) in the world of money, taxes, job, rent, family (and raging war and extreme political divide) is often a dense experience for me. I feel the world hammering at me through the senses and threatening (and sometimes succeeding) to overload my mind. The daily practice routine is a much needed reset and realignment and reminder of what I am and what I am not.
Verse 35 talks about the relationship between external and internal organs of sense (building on the discernment of “internal and external” introduced in verse 33):
- The 10 “external objects of sense” act as gates through which the world “enters me.” There is so much reality here in Israel. Sometimes it feels like a physical pressure exerted on me. Fortunately, I maintain a fairly quiet and contained life which (usually) helps to keep the “stuff that enters through the gates” at a manageable level.
- The feeling of overload is internal (upon reflection I realized it is not from the gates themselves). I know this because I can feel it even when the gates are “closed,” when I lay down to sleep, close my eyes and place noise canceling ear buds in my ear (these have and continue to be an important tool in this transition). Then, when the gates are relatively closed, I am left to witness the “internal organs” doing their thing: solving problems at work, worrying about money, assimilating the pain and grief of the war, etc. The gates are “closed” but the gatekeepers are left to deal with everything that has come in through the gates and needs to be digested, assimilated, purified, and eliminated.
The encounter with this sensory overload and the need to cope with it has led to a new quality of (a for now fleeting) internal experience. When I can accept the overload and inhabit my place within it, when I can stop resisting it and surrender to it, when the friction becomes flow … I feel as if embedded in it … held by it all … as if I myself fade into it … as if rajas transforms into sattva … and a special stillness remains.
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