James Moore Poet Narrative

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)

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