Totality

Theswingisyellow

Life/death
Love /hate
War/peace
Enlightenment/delusion
Summer/winter
Anger/joy
Whatever I can concieve of, is not it
In the sea of totality that marks this existence
I long to make my home

Jeffrey

They are distinct yet inseparable. Summer is distinct from winter but it is a dependently originated landscape of seasons. Summer is defined partly by winter and vice versa.

misecmisc1

all conventionally exists, but ultimately nothing exists in the way we think they do, rather there is emptiness of inherent existence everywhere.

Theswingisyellow

In whatever it is, included in this is everything that it is not. This totality, this existence marked by insubstantiality, coming into being and then fading away, coming into being again and again.

Vastmind

Everything is everything.

searching_samsara

Theswingisyellow said:

Life/death
Love /hate
War/peace
Enlightenment/delusion
Summer/winter
Anger/joy
Whatever I can concieve of, is not it
In the sea of totality that marks this existence
I long to make my home

'See' how Theswingisyellow helps people?
This arrow hits its mark
Throw the thorn away

Theswingisyellow

In this boat on the sea of samsara
I drink from this sea that will never quench my thirst
So deluded I am, I can't even find the oars.

lobster

Theswingisyellow said:

So deluded I am, I can't even find the oars.

No or?

You and me both. The trick is (taught to me by Uncle Crayfish) - drown.

What do we drown in?
Buddha, Dharma, Sangha.
The compassionate semen.

Failure is an option, trying though it may be . . .



'Noor' incidentally is used to describe light in Sufi poetry

Theswingisyellow

Life or death
Love or hate
War or peace
Enlightenment or delusion
Summer or winter
Anger or joy
Whatever I can conceive of I believe
In the sea of fragmentation that marks this inherent existence
That is my home