Morning – the reality of my dreamworld imposes on my waking mood.
So real – almost tangible – emotion filled – then the dreams evaporate like morning mist.
A false reality… fake… spurious…?
Or a window into something more.
And then, during the day, during the routine activities, thoughts of another reality,
or perhaps a non-reality,
intrude – thoughts of an afterlife.
Whenever I think of the other-life world of dreams, I wonder whether the after-life world of death might not be something similar.
That would make it very like the after-life dimension of the ancient Greeks, Hades, shadowy and unsubstantial.
Not really greatly to be desired but better, perhaps, than total annihilation.
And in my heart I don’t believe the afterlife is anything like that.
The glimpses of a transcendent reality that I have had all through my life must count for something.
Later… walking on a beautiful sunny day.
I am deeply moved by the silence,
silence that is accentuated by the gentle sound of the sea and the wind.
The silence is like the sea – vast, deep.
I just want to stand here by the sea and lose myself in it.
Lose myself… I begin to understand the emptiness beloved of Zen.
Sunyata.
What is experienced in this vast emptiness cannot be articulated, cannot be conceived,
but it is felt.