Zen Metaphors

Ever notice how the morning star doesn’t behave itself? At the horizon it flickers, dances, and wobbles like it can’t decide what it wants to be—then climbs a little higher and suddenly freezes into perfect stillness. Same star, two states, both real. One shaped by the atmosphere, the other untouched by it. And that simple shift, that dance between flicker and steady, is the entire Buddhist teaching of dependent origination written across the sky.