Sambhogakaya is the body of enjoyment or the body that experiences the fruits of Buddhist practice and the bliss of enlightenment. Some teachers compare dharmakaya to vapor or atmosphere, sambhokakaya to clouds, and nirmanakaya to rain.
Our bodies angle a water glitter path.
We lay on the shore, half in, waves rolling
chin deep or belly lapping
water slides under
laps and thighs, sinking the sand under toes
and grab at sand slipping back with rushing foam.
I squint look the light line flickering
riot of crystalline
sun path and every, each star fractal.
This beach rolls
with it, wind softened.
If glass is born from sand
and later slips down, down
its thin neck
then two ghosts, wide open appetites.
Throats dreaming gulps or
spitting out time.
And sand look close:
How many spires, curls, tinily hollow coves
Spores, drifts, sigils and whorls!
One small dug out mote and the world multiplies in
finite infant nooks and cliffs.
A trampoline of little thinks and bluffs.
Flat black stones are water - softened lozenges
and punctuation rocks.
A mostly time stopped time
waves drum rolling, pitching over our
pinkening skin,
livening inner waters
whirling its velvet engine.
Deliberately betweening ourselves
Shore teachings
instinct of beaches
earth lilting, water reaching.
This bridge lively with all together now.
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