The land is parched and a man digs a well to find water for his thirsty plants and gardens. He digs for many hours in the place recommended by the water diviner but he finds nothing and gives up in disgust. He has dug about four metres.
As he sits dejectedly on the great mound of earth he’s removed from the hole, a traveller passes by. The traveller laughs at him for digging there, and indicates a much more likely spot. So the man starts a new well, but after digging for several hours, he has still found no sign of water.
Tired and despondent, he finally accepts some different advice from his young neighbour who assures him that he’ll find water in another place altogether. After he’s given up on that one too, his wife comes out of the house and says, ‘Where are your brains, old man? This is no way to sink a well. Stay in one spot and go deeper and deeper there!’
Sometimes just watching the sun rise in the morning, you are overtaken by a wave of peace. Or sometimes at night, lying down on the ground and gazing up at the stars above, suddenly , all is filled with silence. Or in a moment of love, or listening to some music, or seeing a dancer perform, something becomes a dance with you too. In such moments you catch a glimpse of that music. 
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Each wave must feel that it is separate from the ocean, it must. And it must also feel that all waves rising around it are separate from it. It must feel like this – and there is a logic behind it. If the wave has its logic , if it has its own intelligence, then it will wonder, “How can I be one with other waves?” It may think, “Some waves are so small, some are so big. We are all so different – how can it be that we are all one?” It will also wonder, “Some waves are falling , while I am just beginning to rise, s how can I be one with the falling waves? If I were one with the falling waves, I would be falling too. Or if a falling wave were really one with me, it would also be rising, like I am.” 
ONE TUSK 