At the end of each yoga session we do the Shavasana. Shava mean dead body and aasana means posture. We lie down like a dead body, all calm and quiet to relax our body and mind. Our yoga classes are conducted in a fitness center where the room is attached to a bathroom (a ladies one that too). So there will be women/girls coming and going in the room when we are practising. One rainy day when we were in shavasana after a intensive yoga session, our instructor asked us to close our eyes and in order to facilitate meditation, she asked us to concentrate on the sounds we hear. Just when she finished saying that, someone flushed the toilet. Total loss of concentration and some snickering too. But she didn’t let go. She then asked us to concentrate on the sounds we hear close to us followed by the sounds heard in the room and then to any far away sound. I started to hear the sound of the cycle bell, the car horn and the the falling of the rain drop on the tiles which was not a prominent sound but a sound anyway. It wasn’t that clear, but then on concentrating a little hard, all other sounds faded and I could hear the sound of the rain drop alone. I didn’t realize that I had stopped hearing and started listening.
“the ultimate meaning of words cannot be found in what the listener hears but in what he listens to upon hearing”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Post for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Your Friday prompt for Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness post is “hear/here.” Be creative!