Towards the end of my meditation session this morning, after a period of wrestling to quiet my observations, and accompanying mild annoyance that each moment and sensation I directed my awareness to was seemingly not as it should be (my breath is shallow, the muscles around my upper jaw are tight), I became aware of my body-image as a sea of varying colours and intensities — the blue of a clear dusk, a pastel yellow. I set my mind on these sensations, and wondered if they represented the energy body that Rob Burbea speaks about. I let my attention wander for some moments here, and when I drew it back I sensed that all the colours had dissolved into a bright, purifying white. I found an immense well of positivity here, of optimism and curiosity. I let it wash over me, and searched it eagerly, until it faded into a softer white, a dim glow suffusing my awareness.
I opened my eyes and saw that the sun had risen and that golden-white sunlight was streaming in from the window behind me.