To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

 

“A poem can be the diving board that launches us into the pool of the ineffable.”

 

This the sentence that appeared in my dream last night. I dreamt I wrote an article about the role of poetry in Zen and waking up, thought “Nice sentence!” Words can be fingers pointing to the moon but are not the moon itself. Words can launch us into the waters of our true nature but are not the water itself. 

 

The purpose of Zen practice is awakening, so interesting that all this came to me while sleeping. 

 

Since the topic is the limits of language, I think I won’t say any more about it. Happy Tuesday to all!