Everything is well
in the garden.
at the same time
in the depths.
We talk about the finger pointing at the moon of our original Buddha Nature. We can talk about that which is, the great universe the eternal Buddha, our nature as Buddha etc. however the words are not the moon itself. They are just our best attempt to encapsulate that which defies words, ultimately. Trouble is there is a tendency, and how human of us, to think there are some fingers better than others at pointing to the moon. This could be true of course. However hunting for the right finger, pointing in a more accessible way to the eternal moon, could be a life time search.
While all along the fingers are everywhere. Pointing, not to some far distant truth, but to a truth which resides in the depths of our everyday encounter with existence as that plays out before and within us. Daily. That which is tangled, obscuring, painful, messy and dark in nature are fingers challenging us. Why not squint a little (literally and figuratively), and there as clear as day the treasure of our original Buddha Nature resides – within – in the depths.
I often use the word treasure in terms of the important thing because it has the connotation of something hidden, valuable and worth making the effort to find, and value. Why not go squinty eyed and see if the treasure isn’t to be found in unexpected places. For many of us our own house is the very last place to look. Even when told a million times the direction of our gaze be directed.
That’s it for today. Enjoy the flowers when you can.