A lot of smuggling goes on between Mexico and America. One day a Mexican rides up on a bike with a bag of sand on his back. The border policeman says, 'Stop! I want to see what's in your bag'. The man answers that there's sand in the bag. The policeman asks him to empty it, and sure enough, it's just sand, so he lets him through. This happens again and again, two or three times a week, and the policeman just knows that there's something funny going on.
One day the policeman's over the border in Mexico, having a drink in a bar, and this guy walks in. The policeman goes over to the Mexican and says, 'I've seen you at the border but I'm not a policeman now - let me buy you a drink'.
So they have a drink and he says to the guy, 'Now look, just to go back to what happens at the border. You ride up on your bike with this bag of sand and I have a look and always it's just sand. But I have this strong feeling that you're smuggling something. Come on, we're friends now - I'm not going to report you - just tell me what you're smuggling'.
And the Mexican says, 'Bicycles'.
What I like about the story is that it is very close to what we're talking about. In one way, the secret is hidden - and in another way it is totally obvious.
Because right now, that is all there is. Right now, here, that is what is happening. In these body / minds clear seeing is happening; there is just seeing. But somewhere in the mind there is an idea - and that is the whole drama - that there is someone sitting there seeing. That is the subtlety of this and the obviousness of it.
From “all there is,” page 41 – Tony Parsons