Watch the surf roll in at the edge of the ocean. There is this wave, and that wave, and another wave, each wave distinct from the next, and each utterly unique. Each wave. too. is unmistakably a wave, it is not the ocean, and it is still the ocean. The wave cannot exist without being the ocean. The ocean is "waving".
The ocean consents and creates the wave; it pulsates in each wave.
The wave is separate as Form, but not separate as Existence.
And when the wave finally washes ashore, it returns to being itself.
By being both separate and not-separate, neither the wave nor the ocean lose anything....
Each gains the being of the other. Whole.
But we are always afraid of losing something of ourself if we become the Whole of it. We fear that if we lose our self, then we will be no more. We are I-dentifying our self with the wave and forgetting about the ocean.
Here it is -- if I lose my self, I become the Whole. All is me, and mine
So what have we got to lose? Nothing to lose -- we may still get the discomforts of limitation, guilt, fear and everything else that goes with being a wave, but we won't suffer about it any more. And we have everything to gain as well -- joy, freedom, love and all the other polar opposites of misery. We get all the wisdom of existence. Everything we thought we'd lost was only misplaced. When we consent to being all of it, everything gets back into balance.
When we lose the illusion of separation, we lose nothing and gain everything.
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