All my life is a metaphor. It is all an attempt to capture the intangible by the way I approach what is tangible. Nothing really is as it seems. All that I think and perceive is an illusionary veil, a metaphor. My life is lived in a world shaped by make-believe. My attempt to experience what is beyond the veil of the perceivable is allowing me only glimpses of its true meaning, its true reality. The ultimate beckons behind the metaphor of the tangible.
It is metaphor that encourages me to live in a garden that constantly beckons me to live behind the make-believe walls of my imaginary house. Plunging into the woods at my cabin or a neighborhood wildflower garden is my response to the alluring siren song that calls me deep beyond the appearance of things.
My life is a metaphor that routinely invites me to leave the cozy safety of my fussy self and be open to a reality that smiles from behind mere appearance. I am reminded of all the metaphors I have sampled to explain the divine, unformed reality that looks back at me from the impoverished images and descriptions used to describe the indescribable .
I know that my resistance to be defined by roles or rules is my attempt to peel back the surface appearance of metaphor and embrace a deeper, hidden possibility. In an attempt to explain the unexplainable, metaphor observes what constantly flits away from and lies just beyond direct experience.
I am drawn to a practice of deep concentration because it involves a totally inactive, relaxed and blank mind. Only then can I begin to experience things as they really are and not as they are explained by my conditioned mind.
Still, I hesitate to step out of the apparent stability of a life made understandable by fanciful metaphor. I feel like I have stepped knee-deep into an ocean of reality, but I hesitate to leave my familiar sense of dryness. I seem unaware that I am already immersed in a sea of air and innumerable other things. But I am hesitant to abandon what I imagine I know and plunge into a vast sea of the unknown and unexplored.
A wave approaches me. Will I allow it to take me away and let me feel the deep surge of a world unshaped by metaphor? How long will I attempt to hold my head above the water? How long will it take me to realize it is my true nature to be a fish?