interdependence
I bolted upright, propping myself up on my elbow on one side while reaching for his shoulder with my other hand. My hand slid over the fraternal twin of the sun that will forever grace my living flesh, barely visible in the requisite dim red glow that bathes my space. The contact was grounding, a wake up reminder of who this is, who I am.
All things by nature are impermanent.
This body too will be a corpse.
As we both live, both breathe, no matter what the distance between us, those suns will always have their complementary place in the universe. And someday, when we no longer live, no longer breathe, one sun, the red sun, will return to the earth while the black sun returns to the sky.
Form is emptiness, emptiness also is form.
Even formless, their complementary nature remains the same. The pieces of our universal puzzle may remain separate and independent in our confused minds for the rest of this life and those to follow but should we wake up, even for a moment, let us
regard all dharmas as dreams.
I am he and he is me and we are all together.—The Beatles