Dharma is what heroes, poets, and sacred fortresses are made of.
It is the speech of nature’s silence.
I see it in all the righteous struggles. On the ascensions that follow the deepest falls of men. In the eyes of mothers who sacrifice themselves repeatedly so their children can know what true love is.
It relieves those who find life hard by teaching them the daily good death.
Dharma is fire and ice. Paradise and the abyss. A ruthless God and a compassionate Demon. It is whatever you need, so you collapse to be free finally.
In Dharma, emptiness has never been the enemy—quite the contrary. When devoted to the practice of Dharma, the everpresent void is nothing but clarity. Utter freedom. Unceasing luminosity.
In Dharma, death is one of the portals to the deathless. It is the sacrament all sentient beings are born with. When devoted to the practice of the Dharma, one liberates death by realizing the unborn, the undying.
In Dharma, anger is turned into a mountain of righteousness. Sadness into an infinite heart, and fear into a wise compass.
After decades of going the wrong way in all directions, practicing the Dharma reveals the right way in any direction. It makes the world make perfect sense.
Adversities make sense. Harmful people make sense. Unfairness makes sense.
But above all, struggle makes sense.
“I was born in the wrong place” does not apply.
“The world is unfair” does not apply.
“Everything is chaos” does not apply.
“All is lost” does not apply.
“Everything is wrong” does not apply.
Synchronizing with Dharma is like taking the boat’s rudder and becoming one with the ocean and the sky. You become a suspended object in space, heading towards the unseen heavens.
Dharma is the hand that supports reality. The chariot that moves the universe. The mirror that reveals this moment. All we have to do to align our actions with how Dharma moves is let go and benefit.
Let go and benefit.
All we have to do is learn to do nothing and move with what has always moved. We have to fuse with virtue completely. Like a tree growing. Like the sun rising and setting. Like ants surviving.
Such is the movement of Dharma. Utterly pure. Opinionless. Crystal clear expressiveness.
May you realize the Dharma.