Call it Dzogchen, call it Mahamudra, or call it whatever you want. No matter how you slice, John of the Cross got the goods:
" Yet, as I say, when these aridities are the outcome of the
purgative way of the sensory appetite, the spirit feels the
strength and energy to work, which is obtained from the
substance of that interior food, even though in the beginning
it may not experience the savor, for the reason just
mentioned. This food is the beginning of a contemplation that
is dark and dry to the senses. Ordinarily this contemplation,
which is secret and hidden from the very one who receives it,
imparts to the soul, together with the dryness and emptiness
it produces in the senses, an inclination to remain alone and
in quietude. And the soul will be unable to dwell on any
particular thought, nor will it have the desire to do so.
If those in whom this occurs know how to remain quiet, without
care or solicitude about any interior or exterior work, they
will soon in that unconcern and idleness delicately experience
the interior nourishment. This refection is so delicate that
usually if the soul desires or tries to experience it, it
cannot do so. For, as I say, this contemplation is active
while the soul is in idleness and unconcern. It is like air
that escapes when one tries to grasp it in one's hand."
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