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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)
Copyright ©
James Moore
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