In a moment a wisp of incense smoke curled into the ray of April sunshine that slanted through the window. I sat in open-eyed meditation in the zendo (meditation hall) after six days and 60 plus hours of sitting practice of a nine-day silent retreat. How lovely. How far from ordinary. How unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Until I watched this curling flow of smoke fed from the incense stick, I didn’t know that smoke could be an award-winning dance performance; a bank of clouds on a summer day; a beautiful work of art if frozen for a moment. Since I was transfixed, without protection from this raw beauty, I could only breathe and stare. I travelled along with the dancing array of pattern through a moment in time. Except for the smoke, there was nothing.
About the Author: William O'Connor
Bill is passionate about yoga and sharing his love for the practice for over 15 years with more than 4,000 teaching hours. He is married to his favorite yoga teacher, Andrea, for 30 + years. He is also an avid sailor with distance passages across the Atlantic and down and back to the Caribbean many times.