The fallen glass of water

Inextricably intertwined with the practice of not-knowing is the primacy of direct experience. “Don’t take my word for it,” the Buddha said “Seek out your own salvation.” Though there is always room for distortion, the insistence on direct experience is fundamentally an antidote to fundamentalism. For to be genuinely focused on discovering for oneself what is true or not true is inherently different from attempting to conform—and getting others to conform—to someone else’s record of the truth.
Forgive me if at any stage in what I write I forget. I am in great grief. It is in this state of emotion, I am attempting to break through a event which has overnight shaken me up. I realised that entire strength of a person is built within a microcosm which interacts with its surrounding. Sometimes this energy may be able to break through and other times will be broken.
I saw a glass of water fallen on the table with water spilled all over. The water which was a whole well shaped by the volume of the glass, has now been broken into pieces as if someone which was a part of the whole wanted to break free. So it spilled itself. It fell nice to begin with since its heart paced and it broke new ground. There was a new energy that it saw and sought. And then there was the little water in the glass which had been left behind. With pain it watched the rest of the water flow away. It was jostled and shaken and weak but it knew that the apparent liberty was merely a pretence. I saw the glass fallen. I saw the water spilled both silently experiencing the pleasure and pain.
My grief awaits the transition of ‘not knowing’ to the ‘direct experience’ for the water remaining within and the water spilled. I am to be thankful to the one who spilled the glass of water as well as the one who promptly flowed away. The question is how long it will take to answer myself what or rather when I shall learn not to ask question. This day of 12th of august shall be remarkable for will start losing my spilled half.