It is on dry sunny days like this one that I find myself This is the water that our well was dug to sip The house is nothing now but a blueprint of pipes, Surely it is no pool with a colored ball
thinking about the enormous body of water
that lies under this house,
cool, unseen reservoir,
silent except for the sounds of dripping
and the incalculable shifting
of all the heavy darkness that it holds.
and lift to where we live,
water drawn up and falling on our bare shoulders,
water filling the inlets of our mouths,
water in a pot on the stove.
a network of faucets, nozzles, and spigots,
and even outdoors where light pierces the air
and clouds fly over the canopies of trees,
my thoughts flow underground
trying to imagine the cavernous scene.
floating on the blue surface.
No grotto where a king would have
his guests rowed around in swan-shaped boats.
Between the dark lakes where the dark rivers flow
there is no ferry waiting on the shore of rock
and no man holding a long oar,
ready to take your last coin.
This is the real earth and the real water it contains.
It is on dry sunny days like this one that I find myself
This is the water that our well was dug to sip
The house is nothing now but a blueprint of pipes,
Surely it is no pool with a colored ball
But some nights, I must tell you,
I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep.
I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness.
I sing a love song as well as I can,
lost for a while in the home of the rain.
~ Billy Collins
For more on "the enormous body of water / that lies under this house" -- here's Kalu Rinpoche answering a question about bardos: those mysterious junctures between the disappearance of one "thing" and the arising of the next. Whether this "thing" happens to be a human life, or the daytime waking-state, or our night-dreams, or a single thought, the cyclic "process" is more-or-less the same: there is a period during which the "thing" is appearing -- and then a gap, into which the "thing" seems to disappear -- and then the arising, out of the gap, of another "thing." Notice, in particular, Rinpoche suggesting a resemblance between the so-called "bardo of Nature in itself" (i.e. the experience of the Nature of Mind or Pure Awareness) and deep-sleep.
An instruction common to a number of nondual spiritual traditions -- a helpful hint offered in the manner of a finger pointing to the moon -- is to become quite curious, in a relaxed and open way, about these gaps .....