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."
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 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 move through the pain and fear that may surface to gain some semblance of calm, some semblance of of spaciousness, and some semblance of clarity in which to observe the reality of our own experience. We come to sense directly the ephemeral nature of all phenomenon, of our existence itself.
That, I suppose, doesn't necessarily sound like good news.
Then, in special moments we sense directly, on and off the meditation cushion, that we are also the limitless, infinite, empty and fundamentally mysterious foundation of that awareness as well. We come to see that we are not only the glowing multicolored clouds of dawn and sunset, we come to know for ourselves that we are the vast sky itself.
It just takes Practice.