Most of my experience of life, consciously, is utterly dependent on my current level of myopia and where I'm focused. But my level of perception is not 'the perception of the whole truth'. I find myself constantly needing to be reminded of this when I get bogged down by a news article of horror, or suffer a seeming irrecoverable tragedy in my personal life. On one level my hand appears smooth, at a more myopic scale, it's ridged with crags and valleys. Which one is more true?
The mud supports the lotus bloom. I may make a distinction between the bloom and the mud, but this is usually due to interpretation and the level of perception I'm interpreting from. Whereas, the mud, the seed, the roots, the bloom, the water... they are all tzujan... 'of a thing', or 'of one process'. Not separate at all, aside from how i interpret it, based on the level at which I'm perceiving it.
This is why my practices of going within have been so invaluable. Change perspective and the universe reflects a whole new paradigm.
Our current strifes, to me, are an aspect of an overall energetic system that my conscious awareness may not have the perspective to take in... so to me it seems like chaos and hellish wrongness... that needs desperately to be 'fixed'.
Then I remember my experiences looking within. And that within my own body, a war rages in my stomach and intestines every time I eat a meal. Inside my gut, acids dissolve, cells devour one another, it's a bloody war zone of consumption and decay... and yet, that war zone of violence, is what supports the vitality of my overal bodily health. All the aspects of my body arise together... of a thing. They are not separate processes, but like Indra's Net... one cohesive unified process. This cohesiveness of seemingly disparate parts in my own body to me, is reflected in the body and processes of the greater universe.
This strife playing out now, due to my level of perception, seems like total unredeemable chaos. But something deep in my core awareness tells me... 'shhh, the mud the roots the bloom. it's all of a thing."
And for a moment I breathe a little easier... and then, inevitably it seems, I'll return to worry and judgement, and then breathe and release. It's like a bellows, my entire life process, my mental ruminations, my peace... on, off, relaxed, tense.
I need walls for a house, or a cave, but without the emptiness inside, it would be unlivable.