The waves in the Sea

[SoonHei]

When I try to comprehend The Real with my feeble mind, I eventually come to this: Naught is but The Pure and Perfect Resonance of The One Erternal Indivisible Presence! 

Creation comes to be as wave patterns on The Sea. 

We cannot be The Sea while pushed up as waves. And when we as waves subside, there remains only Sea. 

The Sea is eternal. We are temporal.

But the temporal moment is for us eternal. The wave perceives all time as being within the wave. Our lives are an eternity within The Eternity.

It is The Sea alone that ‘waves’. 

We do not ‘wave’ ourselves. Our form and motion are determined alone by The Sea. Waves do not have the slightest independence from The Sea. The sensation we have that ‘we’ are ‘waving’ is how we are being ‘waved’ by The Sea.

Thus we are each constantly and perfectly surrendered to The Sea. Even our claim of independence is an aspect of our surrender. 

Realizing: we will enjoy the motion of The Sea.

Ignorant: we, as waves, will storm.

Naught is but The Pure and Perfect Resonance of The One Erternal Presence! 

 

[SoonHei]

Perhaps....

The Existent is constantly calculating Its own motion. That motion is the reality I experience.

The calculation is so infinitely complex that I, as subset of The Existent, am not capable of making it. So, my future is absolutely incalculable to me. 

Although the movements of my life are perfectly and solely determined by The Existent, they are each completely hidden from me until they arise. The result of my ignorance is that ‘I’ seem to be the cause of my movements. I am in a drama, playing a role that I ‘seem’ to write.

But of course, ‘I’ and ‘my’ drama are really being authored by what is well beyond my comprehension.

Whether or not I am aware that my role is not my own to write, I cannot escape the drama. 

But if I am aware that I am authored, the drama is more bearable in its storms, and more enjoyable in its calm.

If I am not, every moment of the drama is spoiled by the anxiety inherent in my imaginal authorship.

Islam is the peace of realizing one is completely authored by The Existent.

But that realization is not dependent of being Muslim. It is probably the case that believing in any ‘Truth’ is an obstacle to the realization.

The best I can ‘do’ is relax and embrace the drama and its Author. The best I can ‘do’ is receive myself as the gift The Existent is giving me.

Alhamdulillah