"As we meditate, we simply sit straight and watch the breath. So what does that do? It creates space. (Italics mine) In fact, the technique itself is just a trick. The main point is to recognize all these thoughts and distractions that are constantly bombarding us. ..." - Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche, "Do Nothing", Tricycle Wisdom Collection
I think we need to take that statement literally. It is not so that the only form of meditation is to sit straight and watch the breath. What is so, every form of meditation creates space, and I would add, creates sacred space. In that sacred space or through it something can happen outside our ordinary experience.
I have long held that the world of our ordinary experience is a world filled with boundaries created by self will. Every sentient creature describes a bound space in this way. As we live we encounter and maneuver through this divided world of self will boundaries and it is this world that might be called "the world that God permits".
It is as if the primary covenant between God and Creation is the permission and consequent freedom described as self will. It is within this description that individuality appears.
It is also true that men have been aware of another world and yearned after it or else the power that comes of it. That yearning was present by evidence in caves and the like at least 45,000 years ago. That sacred world is what is left when self will of all kinds becomes either aligned or irrelevant. You might call that world "God's World" or "the Kingdom" or the "Pure Land" (Buddhist) or "Heaven".
To reach that clarity, the clarity of God's World and draw it close might be called "creating space" and it is what meditation is about. It is also what the highest forms of prayer and magic are about.
Your Rose Heat
under the crystalline sky,
the gray of the low
sun and the fierce cold,
how it brought out your rose heat
as you stood open
near the living source,
and near to me as you chose.
I have touched you there.
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.