The wisdom or truth body is the union of emptiness and clarity. The dharmakaya.
I am feeling the flow of this grounded groundlessness more and more every morning. I feel the gentle urge to clean so that I can see the natural purity of my mind reflected back to me.
But I feel the resitance. I worry that I'll lose my old, wordly self. I feel a certain nostalgia for my confusion.
This week I turned 60. I'm entering my golden years.
I know what I want to feel: joyful wisdom. Happy for no reason.
Maybe one path to the dharmakaya is being able to look back on our past confusion with gentle affection. Like being our own grandparent.
