Doorway Thoughts
The Art of Unpacking Wisdom
We live in oceans we rarely notice.
An ocean of air.
An ocean of sunlight.
An ocean of food.
An ocean of sensation.
An ocean of thought.
Like a fish that does not know it is swimming in water, we often fail to notice the medium in which we live because it surrounds us completely.
To discover what we are immersed in, we first have to find an edge.
Only when we encounter a boundary can we begin to understand the space we occupy.
We take in packets from these oceans.
Packets of food.
Packets of air.
Packets of sensation.
Packets of thought.
Food is digested and becomes part of the body.
Thought is digested and becomes part of the mind.
Most packets are small and ordinary, but occasionally we encounter a highly concentrated packet—a few words, an image, a question, a teaching.
Like a compressed file, it contains far more than first appears.
Contemplative teachings often function this way. They are like zip files of experience. A few words contain an entire landscape waiting to unfold.
A simple instruction from Ayya Khema: notice where you are, notice what you are feeling, notice your mood, and notice how you feel about your mood.
A few words.
Yet each opens into an ocean.
Or the sequence of wanting, aversion, restlessness, and equanimity.
Or contact, feeling, perception, mental formations, and consciousness.
Or the instruction to let go of the past, not reach for the future, not grasp the present, and simply rest.
Each appears small until it is explored.
Then the packet expands.
The words unfold into direct experience.
What these teachings offer is not information but a doorway.
They help reveal edges that ordinarily remain invisible.
The edge of thought.
The edge of feeling.
The edge of identity.
The edge of awareness itself.
Once the edge is recognized, we can step through it.
Not into someplace new, but into a deeper recognition of where we already are.
The teaching unfolds.
The packet opens.
The doorway appears.
And what once seemed like a single thought becomes an entire world.
