When all the experiences, words and phrases, opinions and activities, enthusiasms and hurts, conclusions and assumptions, sensations and emotions, triumphs and failures, after all the good and bad, thrashings and soothings, songs and chants, fears and bravery, after all the beauty and ugliness, understanding and misunderstandings, insights and confusion, after all the births and deaths, the infinite breaths, the body growing and withering, the oceans and mountains, all our twisted karma, the long walks, the short naps, the nights of dread and insomnia, the sunny summer days of our lives, and all the dharmas, all ideologies, a jumble beyond enumeration, has been completely destroyed, there’s still that Great Lamp, radiating through the trichiliocosm. This is the teaching of no beginning and no end. How do we realize this for ourselves?
