The dreamy game of creation

 

‘Nothing’ wants to be ‘something’. The eternal emptiness is forever seeking to be impregnated with something (temporary). The endless flow of emptiness (eternal) briefly sparkles as a stream of water. Carrying its fluid independence, shaped by circumstances, moving without any ego constraints, following the natural free-flowing law of its mother, the stream of eternal emptiness. The line of water also has a smaller empty womb pregnant with a broad set of possibilities (but still limited in comparison to the eternal mother). It sires a still limited manifestation of the free eternal flow—a snake. The snake is a more conscious replica of its mother stream having flesh and bones. It’s still further away from the free flow (water), just like water itself is away from the mother stream of eternal emptiness. The fluidity and freedom of its crawl is curtailed by the impulsive fears and struggle for survival because it has to maintain its structural elements.

Similarly, from the eternal empty float of ‘nothingness’, the air manifests with smaller freedoms than its mother. Out of air the birds manifest and fly with still lesser free flow than the mother component. The grandchildren of the grand eternal ‘nothing’ have lesser and lesser element of free flow with the coming of new generations. The eternal simplicity turning more and more complex.

The eternal ‘nothing’ becomes earth, the earth becomes trees. From the eternal grand simplicity to a structural sophistication in each new generation. But this drive towards sophisticated manifestation—from eternal emptiness to rudimentary elemental structuring to complex restructuring further down the line—is like setting up check-dams of restraint upon the infinite force of eternal ‘nothing’. It’s a channelization for smaller streams.

An evolutionary path: the Big Bang, galaxies collapsing, black holes eating stars up the stream to a small wild flower and a honeybee hovering over it down the line. The blinding fury of the infinite now channelized to a beautiful little fragrant stream. The species like humans—who have a relatively bigger capability to channelize the little streams—have a special responsibility to take it further down the path of lovelier manifestations. A human blooming flowers is far more in symmetry with the eternal flow than the human who is making nuclear bombs to create more destructive forces. It’s like going back to the primal age of infinitely destructive forces.

This existence has already seen too many explosions happening of its own in faraway galaxies. It can definitely do without our little childish firecrackers. Evolution is to take us more and more away from the destructive forces. Because we have started from super-massive galactic bangs. Making weapons to create more death and destruction instead of helping evolve more and more beauty is like going back into the fire we started from. Let’s add to the beauty. Let there be sunshine on the layers of foggy illusions. Let there be more flowers and trees. Let there be a heaven on the earth where callused hands enjoy delicious fresh food and exquisite wine. Let’s accept that wisdom is basically about silence and just a tiny fraction of essential words. Let’s accept the commonality, our shared being. Let’s acknowledge the entangled roots that we have. Let’s be sensitive to the perceptible and imperceptible flow of pain in our veins. We carry the joys and sorrows of our ancestor forests in our body. Let’s feel it and be aware of it. That’s the soil that nurtured us.