The surface of the pond is still.
You throw a stone in –splash!
The water ripples upon the surface
while the stone falls through the calm underneath.
Then all becomes still again.
It is always a pond.
Your ears perceive the silence.
A crow in a nearby tree makes his mighty call –caw!
The call carves the air like an arrow in flight,
and it hits your ears,
reverberating inside your mind.
Then the air becomes still again.
It is always silence.
So too, your everyday consciousness is enlightenment
with temporary pictures upon it–
thoughts, images, ideas, feelings–
the perfect mind
carved in a manner in which nothing is thrown away;
everything you see is the whole remaining whole.
Then the pictures stop,
and the mind becomes still again.
It is always perfect mind.
and you will no longer seek enlightenment.
Then you and I can sit together by the edge of the pond
and throw skipping stones.