The Cheeseburger Buddha sitting on his zafu, floating into space — an image of both isolation and awakening. It reminds me that even when no one answers our call for help, existence itself is listening, and in that listening we rediscover our own voice.
Lesson from the Unseen – The Roof That Kept Rising
It was close to one in the morning when I woke from a strange dream. I found myself standing on top of a roof that kept growing higher and higher into the sky. The higher it rose, the more fear took hold of me. I shouted down to a woman to call the fire department, and then to another person, but no one responded. I remained stuck there, terrified and helpless, until I finally woke up — the dream unresolved.
Ironically, I remembered another dream from years ago, one where I was floating above the Golden Gate Bridge, clinging to a marble pillar. Then, I was not afraid. I told myself to simply let go and allow whatever was meant to happen to happen. That earlier dream felt liberating, an affirmation of trust. But this one was different — unsettling, exposing the part of me still bound by fear.
Throughout the day, I had been practicing to remain the observer — to witness the events around me without allowing them to dominate my mind. Yet even as I tried, I could feel the weight of thoughts and emotions pulling me back into the old patterns of worry and fatigue. Perhaps this dream was a reflection of that struggle: the higher my awareness rises, the more my mind resists letting go of control.
The roof, ever rising, symbolizes consciousness expanding — the soul’s effort to ascend toward clarity and truth. But standing there, afraid and calling for help, I realized something profound: no one could rescue me but myself. No external voice could calm that fear except the one within — the silent witness who sees that this too shall pass.
The earlier bridge dream showed me what surrender feels like; this one reminded me how easily I forget. Between the two lies the real work — learning to trust the unseen, even when the ground seems to vanish beneath me.
Tonight, as I write this, I see that both dreams carry the same teaching:
Rise, but stay rooted. Fear will come when faith trembles — yet awareness itself never falls.
Wallahu A‘lam.
Postscript:
Writing this reflection has lifted the weight I woke up with. What began as a moment of fear has turned into a quiet blessing — a reminder that every shadow contains its own light if we dare to look deeply enough. I am grateful for the chance to transform unease into understanding, for the unseen hand that turns every fall into another step upward.
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