"When the water moves along as a river," Suzuki said, "there is no problem." But when the river becomes a waterfall, tiny drops of mist and streamlets split off, isolated from their source, each one alive and totally engaged in the activity of life. The life of a tiny droplet falling such a great distance is filled with difficulty. How lonely to be separated from the river. "What a difficult experience for each drop to come down from the top of such a high mountain," Suzuki said.
Tim Burkett
nothing holy about it
When life becomes a waterfall, we individuate following personal paths. Although this can be frightening and lonely, going it alone enhance our lives as they were meant to be. The path is not a joy ride, but with hindsight, we can see how the boulders we have surmounted carved our character into greater depth.
In time, we begin to observe how water can take on all forms. Like the Divine, water can be passionate waves or tiny trickles. When we listen, we will hear the presence of the Divine even in small raindrops. The unseen mist gently embraces our face like a kiss from Jesus the Christ, Mother Mary, Buddha or other Divine Spirits. Hope springs eternal.
Our paths eventually lead us back to the flow of the river or the top of the waterfall. We are united again until we choose another great fall from our source, to experience life again.
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