I have only one favorite Zen story (Zen is what happened when Buddhism met Taoism). and I tell it frequently, so if you have been with me a while, bear with me here... A Zen master and his disciple were walking over a bridge when the disciple asked, "What is Zen?" Whereupon the master picked up the disciple and hurled him into the river. "There," shouted the master, "That is water! Swim in it. Bathe in it. Drink it. Or drown! But DO NOT TALK ABOUT IT! Because to talk about water is to not know water!" Nails it. To talk about the Tao is to not know the Tao. To talk about God is to not know God. To talk about love is to not know love. ...religion, ...enlightenment, ...meditation, ...life, ... Do not talk. Do. Start with the next thing that needs to be done. Don't talk about it. Do it. When it needs to be done. The way it needs to be done. Because it needs to be done. And then do the next thing that needs to be done after that. And so on. For as long as you live. That is all you need to do. That is all there is to it. No drama. No talking. Doing.
Instability and disharmony have to be counter-balanced with stability and harmony. The Taoists of 500 BCE put balance and harmony at the top of the list, along with living out of our original nature. They are our salvation and "a very present help in time of trouble." We don't just make up balance and harmony out of the air. They belong to certain places and activities. We have to go there, do that. We cannot just think them up, or wish them into place. We have to actively seek them out, and place ourselves in their presence, in their service, doing the things that create peace and produce balance and harmony, in sync with our original nature. What are the things that are most true to who we are? That express us most accurately? That exhibit us most clearly? They exude balance and harmony (Along with spirit, energy and vitality!). Returning to them is returning to the core, restoring our relationship with the source. Live from there, in accord with that, and it will be well with us throughout our days, no matter what is going on around us that is out of our control and beyond belief.
What keeps us going? Where do we turn when we have no place to turn? What is our ground, our heart's deepest allegiance and truest loyalty? What would we do-- and keep on doing-- "without hope, without witness, without reward," (Doctor Who/Steven Moffat)? Hold that close and don't let it go. Keep it before you as a guide and true companion through the deepest night. Let it be for you the driving force behind your making Ulysses' words your own: "I will persist and endure! And when the heaving sea has shaken my raft to pieces, then I will swim!"