On being....

I had the revelation once (understanding, insight) about the waves of the ocean being a metaphor for our utter oneness, union with the all, the universe, God.
I later read the same concept in a book by Ken Wilbur. Hear is the gist of the idea:
The traditional analogy is the ocean and its waves. The wetness of the water is the Spirit. All waves are equally wet.
One wave isn't wetter than another. And thus, if I discover the wetness of any wave, I have discovered the wetness of all. When I directly recognize Emptiness or Spirit or the wetness of my own being, right here, right now, then I have discovered the ultimate truth of all other waves as well.
Spirit is not a Really Big Wave set apart from little waves, but is the wetness equally present in all waves, high or low, big or small, sacred or profane-which is why Spirit cannot be used to prefer one wave over another.
Enlightenment is thus not catching a really big wave, but noticing the already present wetness of whatever wave I'm on. Moreover, I am then radically liberated from the narrow identification with this little wave called 'me'.
I am literally 'One Taste' with the entire ocean and all its waves. And that taste is wetness, suchness, Emptiness, the Spirit, the utter transparency of the Great Perfection".

This is great stuff! Well, to expand and continue this line of thought
here's another metaphor for human life I thought was also poignant and tied in with the wave thing.
The question is: What does a raindrop feel when it falls into the ocean?

I could imagine the ocean and lakes manifesting itself in a new way in the form of evaporation sending it's essence into the atmosphere to collect in the sky to make great clouds full of potential raindrops.
Those raindrops have quite an exciting ride on the way to becoming something other than the Ocean from whence they came. On that journey they pick up lots of dust and debris from the atmosphere sometimes getting a bit dirty. Kind of like some of us humans, no?
Then they get to hang around with lots of other moist, heavy air and become all sorts of clouds with beautiful shapes and even colors. Eventually they get so heavy with themselves they can’t hang in the sky anymore and have to let go and fall back to the earth, most back to the oceans of origin, something they had so completely forgotten that it came as a complete surprise when they suddenly found themselves perfectly reunited with that which they always were. Back to the essence of being.

I have long since lost the fear of death, and this thought makes it so much clearer for me as I hope it will some of you who read this. Not only the fear of death but the fear of life as well is utterly shattered when you know, really know, who you really are.

Now all we have to do is be that!