My plan for my next book was to put 20 mainly Zen-based parables together as a sort of “pocket companion”. I set about putting my document together and realised that I’d miscounted; I’d only written 19. So, here is number 20!
A monk was taking the long journey home to visit his family and inadvertently took a wrong path. He came to the point where he faced a wide river that was fast-flowing. He looked up and down and could see no way across. He puzzled over his predicament for several hours. As he was about to give up and turn back, he saw an old mendicant passing by on the opposite bank. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted across, “Sir, Sir, can you tell me how to get to the other side?” The old man stopped and looked across. He paused for a moment and then shouted back, “my child, you are already on the other side”.
How apt to end my project with another little reminder that we are already where we need to be. The journey itself is the destination. Consciousness is eternal and constantly evolving, so even when we make a plan, set a goal or take a journey, it is only one of an infinite number of experiences that we encounter in our own individual evolution. The torrentially flowing river is the mind (ego) that puts imaginary obstacles in our way. When the veil of delusion is removed there is the realisation that there is only the One timeless Self; there never was an ego, but the false belief that there was (“I am the body” identification) enabled us to take a journey within time and space that was ultimately the means by which we realised the truth of our being.
In the end we will all come to know that the path was actually pathless, that the road travelled was a road to nowhere, to the eternal bliss of nothingness that we all are.