💧🌊The Drop and the Ocean: On Awakening and the Illusion of Difference

Awakening is remembrance. It is the moment we see that the difference is only surface, that beneath every form lies the same essence. Waves rise and fall—some towering, some gentle—but all are made of the same water.  

Yes, we notice the shapes, colors, languages, and cultures. But once awakened, we cannot forget: they are forms, not truths. The ego thrives on separation. It whispers paranoia: They are not like you. They might hurt you. And from that illusion, wars are born, prejudice is fed, and oppression takes root.  

I know this because I lived it. I was born awake, seeing the ocean in every soul. Yet to be loved, I blinded myself. I pretended to be a drop alone, separate from the vastness. I wore masks, I hid my sight, because difference seemed to be the price of belonging. But the truth never left me. It whispered in the waves: We are one. We rise and fall together.  

Awakening dissolves the illusion. Once you see the ocean, you cannot unsee it. You cannot live inside the paranoia of separation anymore. You may still see differences, but you know they are surface. You know the ocean beneath. You know that even those trapped in fear are still waves, still water, still longing to remember.  

Awakening is mercy. It is compassion without blindness. It is the end of paranoia, the end of isolation. It is the remembrance that we are one ocean, moving in many forms.  

And so I say:  

Even in sorrow, you are still an ocean.  

Even in weakness, you are still a wave.  

You are never alone.  

The illusion of difference may rise like a storm, but beneath it, the water is calm, eternal, and whole.  

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