I used to think: before thinking, there is no distinct rose, only a seamless Oneness. Now I see, there is a rose, and not only is it a rose by any other name, but even if it is given no name at all, it still smells as sweet, still pricks the finger on its thorns. And the beauty is this: we need not choose between oneness and distinctness. Oneness expresses itself as distinctness; the universal is embodied in the particular; noumena are bodied-forth in phenomena; the mind is in the world and the world is in the mind; the universe is within us and we are within the universe. Oneness, distinctness, uniqueness of appearance, interpenetration, interconnectedness, interdependence, impermanence… these are the characteristics of our being/world.
The Rose of Unity