When
you look at the surface of the ocean, you can see waves coming up and
going down. You can describe these waves in terms of high or low, big or
small, more vigorous or less vigorous, more beautiful or less
beautiful. You can describe a wave in terms of beginning and end, birth
and death. That can be compared to the historical dimension. In the
historical dimension, we are concerned with birth and death, more
powerful, less powerful, more beautiful, less beautiful, beginning and
end and so on. Looking deeply, we can also see that the waves are at the
same time water. A wave may like to seek its own true nature. The wave
might suffer from fear, from complexes. A wave may say, ‘I am not as big
as the other waves,’ ‘I am oppressed,’ ‘I am not as beautiful as the
other waves,’ ‘I have been born and I have to die.’ The wave may suffer
from these things, these ideas. But if the wave bends down and touches
her true nature she will realize that she is water. Then her fear and
complexes will disappear. A wave does
not have to die in order to become water. She is water right here and
now. We also do not have to die in order to enter the kingdom of God.
The kingdom of God is our very foundation here and now. Our
deepest practice is to see and touch the ultimate dimension in ourselves
every day, the reality of no birth and no death.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, No Death, No Fear
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