The Sea and its Fish
Hello!! We are gathered here today for more of THIS! What a lovely thing it is to have the opportunity to share this with you all.
Lately I’ve begun to see THIS as a sea, the world we inhabit. Air is like a thinner water, breathe on glass for my reasoning. We are like fish, traversing these waters, with no where to go, and nothing to do. Imagination is what makes places and events. Our perception, the real creator within us! Giving us a sense of purpose! A sense of direction! A place to be!
On the other side of the spectrum, survival is our other creator of meaning, the body and its yearning to go on. It is not as relevant in this day and age, but its remnants still linger within us, our darker and more primal parts we try to tame away.
I think the world is messy in its way because the imagination and the primal mind are still working themselves out, as things continue to evolve this mind has to continue to adapt and filter what’s needed and what can leave, it takes an effort that not everyone is willing to partake in.
There are a lot of weird things that don’t really exist, like language, societal standards and money. Things we’ve all agreed mean something to continue with survival and dreaming up more imaginary purpose.
I’m not here saying that we have no purpose, I’m here saying it’s neat to consider just what is actually real and what is a collective dream we’ve made.
This means all forms of perception are sheer imagination. The Zen Buddhists speak of the ‘boundless perfect sphere’ - a sphere being a place of no surface center, nowhere or everywhere could be considered the middle. It’s boundlessness speaks of the mind itself and the countless thoughts, feelings and possibilities that come from the imagination. The perfection comes from the unity of the mind, and how we are dreams of a greater dreamer or the “Dharmakaya”.
To me, this means all my thoughts can be dismissed, made from a language that is limited in expression. All my perceptions are at fault, having no place to rest on the sphere. I have been trained to believe I am somehow different than the birds or the trees, the human way is different than the birds and trees, but only in a matter of what makes us and what we can perceive.
When I take away all that is imaginary, I’m left with a peace that cannot be sullied. When I experience the truth of a world that gives food from its own soil I can let my survival mind rest. Realizing there is nowhere to go, nothing to do, All that remains is a strange ocean with a lot of busy fish.
Love, David
