In Praise of Dharmadhatu

All roads lead to the same place What’s different is the path they take But no matter where you go There is always at least a hint of perfection A perfection that is great Because it is always and already perfect Even in the depths of Hell The light of awareness casts its shadows While at the peak of Heaven That light is all there is Between these two the scenes of Samsara Churn in cycles of day and night And yet always there is the light of awareness Perfect, pristine, spontaneous and uncontrived Whether we know it or not in our ignorance Whether we see it or not in our blindness A sphere of light that knows no dark That we perceive in every thing we see. (1/5/25)