Boundless, Beautiful
What a lovely scripture. Reads like poetry.
I am the boundless ocean.
This way and that,
The wind, blowing where it will,
Drives the ship of the world.
But I am not shaken.
I am the unbounded deep
In whom the waves of all the worlds
Naturally rise and fall.
But I do not rise or fall.
-Ashtavakra Gita 7:1-2
That reminds me of a story from one of Anthony DeMello’s books about a Salt Doll. The Salt Doll wanted to know who he was and so he went about asking people. One day he encountered the ocean and was impressed by its vast beauty. So he asked it if it knew who he was. The ocean said “Come in and see.” Just as the last part of the Salt Doll was about to dissolve, he said, “Now I know who I am!”
(I guess a fresh water lake wouldn’t have been as instructive.)
So I am a Salt Doll. I want to know. But I am afraid of dissolving, of course.