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Friday, September 17, 2010

A "koanic" interpretation

A single dewdrop!Falls from a petal of the lotus flowerAnd seeps back into unityA brief ripple in the waterTo what shall I liken my self?~Gregory Smith
What is death but the remanifestation of the self? Liken yourself to this dewdrop and peer into its very core, for you are it, and it is you. Distance yourself from the discordant voices of the outside and listen in silence to the story of the dewdrop. You believe that you are a single, solitary entity, indeed naïve to the world, born from the cloud womb and taken consciousness, fallen from the heavens to earth in order to take part in this collective experience, this interbeing called Life. Seeping into the waters, you find that you have become a ripple, a brief spell, an impermanent undulation, a swoon upon its variegated surface. You begin to rise to your climax and experience the divine rapture of life. You are at your prime and can see over the entire surface, taking pleasure in its depth and purity. Soon the spell is broken and you instantly realize that this moment will not last forever. You fall into dénouement and consider this the end of your self. Death is the end. You will no longer be, and the water will be your eternal grave…
WAKE UP! See that you were, are and always will be water! You were never born! You will never die! You are eternal. Life is an infinite flux of impermanence. Impermanent in order to appreciate the moment. You were never separate from the source. You are the source! Realize your self in it.
The purpose of this analogy is to spur you into the realization that there is no “you” without nature, without the source, nor is there a “source” without you. Tap into that source of power. Seep back into that unity and come back in contact with the source around you.

1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed this kind of call to being... a call to unity... an attempt to think of ourselves w/o borders. This kind of meditation is wonderful. And it begs me to ask: how might this coincide w/ Emerson and/or Thoreau? (There's a sense of "east" meets "west" here, perhaps? Or, more wholly articulated: east and west dissolve into each other?)

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