Those who follow. Those who are followed. Followers or leaders, there need be no division. What prevents us from taking the first step to being different from the conformists surrounding us? Fear? Prohibitive karma? Ignorance of the millions of opportunities staring us in the face each moment?
Followers are by their very existence separated from the followed one. They are the victims of a small act of violence which places them at a disadvantage, rendering them passive to superior instruction. This is not the Buddha’s way, not the middle way. In adulating even a Buddha, we are being excessive, servile, insincere, because we turn away from our own Buddhahood. By maintaining an even breath and softening our gaze on what is not real, we become one again, in one heart. We become one with the master because we are the master.
Such purity is hobbled by a complex system of filters and refineries designed to keep us back, keep us quiet in our sprawling communities, to make way for so-called leaders. This is all enacted in the blind tyranny of the visual world. Close your eyes and mute your memories and conditioning by embodying your breath, and you will quickly realize that such differences, such separations, are imaginary.
In each tiny interaction with others – a smile, a murmur, a passing fragrance on skin, a positive thought, a word – we leave our traces behind. We cannot see them, count them, or erase them. But our influence endures and we echo it. Each entity of goodness sparkles and remains, eternal, but we are blind to them because of our deluded view.
Only when each unique moon of goodness is glowing in its place will the chaos of the sighted be dispelled, and the ocean its original calm.