“When the wind comes to the surface of the water.” Reading this Chinese poem, our first reaction might be “so what?” or “what about it?” But instead of just reading it and trying to understand the poem, let’s approach it more directly. What happens when the wind comes to the surface of the water? Is it at all knowable? Where does the water end and the wind start? Can we find a dividing line? And is there any time involved in the immediacy of water-wind? There is beauty in the immediacy and oneness. There is no separate water resisting the wind and saying, “Not yet; I am not ready, come later?” There is not a hint of resistance, not the slightest confusion in the timeless harmony of what is happening, naturally enchanting us and showing us an effortless and conflictless wholeness.
So grateful for these posts! Deep bows.
"...there's not a single moment when the wind doesn't come to the surface of the water." Thank you🙏💗