The Stillness Above – Hot Air Balloon Contemplations
I found myself in this vastness between earth and sky, watching myself cross from doing into Being. A light wind carried the vessel upward as my mind became quieter, not because I was trying to quiet it, but because the expansiveness of what was unfolding in front of my eyes demanded reverence.
I felt my heart awaken to this deep, primal calmness from which a knowing of creation appeared. It felt like the finite and infinite united, and I felt the true essence of awareness that comes before thought, sound, and movement.
It seemed we were being drifted by the invisible, an unseen current of the atmosphere. The cold air froze time, and I felt the abyss of timeless spaceless abode awaken in my heart.
I felt the grace of surrender; there was no resistance, no striving, only allowing what was unfolding, without having any control.
There was a deep release of the ground of habit and identity; the soul rose into its natural state, where it was free, untouched, and pure.
When we reached the height, the paradox became clear – there is no separation between sky and heart, above and within. There, power does not shout; it hums. Freedom does not require motion; it simply is. Vision does not come through the eyes but through the recognition of the eternal Self.
This is the teaching of the balloon — the mirror of the Self.
To rise, one must release.
To see, one must close the outer eyes.
To know, one must become still.
The invisible current that lifts all things is the same breath of consciousness
that sustains the universe.
Each movement became a meditation.
The heart becomes the compass, the wind becomes the teacher, and the Self is realized as the sky through which all passes.