Mobile meditations

Meditation on the Move

The different modes of transport which I made conscious use of for my meditations have left me a lot more better than when I began. It was in 2000 those times when I was conscious of something called Yoga. An auto accident on August 15 from which I miraculously survived with just scratches on Beach Road gave my mind a jolt. It moved me from the "I, My Family, My Work," thought to a different plane of thinking. It was then that I asked myself this question: What is the purpose of my existence?
Then while participating in a Yoga programme, I once contemplated on my expansion of responsibilities on my return home by a Metropolitan Transport Corporation bus - I am responsible for the welfare of the driver, the conductor, all the people in the bus, all the persons who built this bus, the inventor, the industry behind bus manufacture, the corporation that runs it, expanding into the road, all the people I can see within eyes' reach and spilling out of my city, my country and the whole wide world. When I got off at Royapuram, the realisation dawned on me that "I am the Mother of the whole Universe." Walking with that intensity of thought a little while, I heard some little child on the road cry out for his mother and it struck a chord in my heart and I looked around in response.
Since then, it was a forced travel in buses that taught me all my Karma Yoga, the Patience, the Compassion, the Fearlessness, the Skill and Dexterity and all the time for meditation. Many a poem and song was written during my bus travel.
As for the train journeys which became more frequent since 2000, it has always been satsang time with my fellow travellers when a major part of the compartment will join in the discussion or poetry and music sessions.
Now it is the time for my Honda Activa. While I catch up on my loud chanting and singing, enjoying the solitude behind my purple helmet, the sights and sounds of the road are all a trigger for contemplation and meditation. That life alternates between action and rest, I realised when the speed on the road will culminate with a brief wait at the signal. Then I switch off my bike, keep my hands in Brahma Mudra and remain in tune with existence...