It is the unknown first mother,
whose gate is the root
from which grew heaven and earth.
It is dimly seen, yet always present.
Draw from it all you wish;
it will never run dry."
|Across the Road from 108 House|
I came awake at about 4:30 AM, then rolled over to face the open window. I then listened as the rain's song wove itself in and out of dreams for a couple of hours. It was simply luxurious.
Now you see it. Now you don't.
That brought to mind the time that Betsy and I sat on the shore of a pond north of here a few years back and watched in amazement as white puffs of clouds emerged from the womb of a clear blue sky. One by one, flowing from north to south, each took form to stream across the sky for a few moments before again disappearing from view.
Mother Nature couldn't have painted a clearer picture of the Real Deal.
As Practice develops, it becomes more and more apparent that we are of the nature of clouds emerging and disappearing in the vast sky of existence. Watching closely, we see this is happening each and every moment of our lives in the stream of sensations, feelings, and thoughts that play through our awareness. They emerge and disappear.
As we take the time and make the effort, we are able to sustain a semblance of calmness and clarity to then embrace the pain and fear that may surface at the cusp of this perception of the ephemeral nature of all phenomenon. Beyond that, we come to sense directly the insubstantial and impermanent nature of our own personal existence.
That, I suppose, doesn't necessarily sound like good news. And, yet...