by Erin Johannesen, M.A., M.D.
When I understand the equanimity of form, I know too there are no supporting bases for names, for we are born into a place, and everywhere is the summit of the world.
All things cannot help but be in the dominion of their own occurrence. In their temperament, in their differences and uniqueness, they shine forth creating this world. In this very shining, they are every color seen and unseen. There is perhaps no truer nature than this ‘shining through’. One cannot even say it is all-good, for “all the horrible existences, none excepted, are [also] our domains”*. The world as embodiment of such totality is our bountiful lineage, perfecting itself through us to come from something full into quiet and empty, and back again. Such is the “endless movement of sun and moon perfected” in the boundless frame of sky.
*Quotations, I believe, are from the Guhyagarbha Tantra.
Note: This short essay is inspired by reading beautiful Dzogchen texts. The author wishes credit for this piece to rest with these texts.