It’s a quiet night now after the busy day. I see I’m anticipating more of that dailyness in the week ahead.
Is that what I want?
As Joyce said, « I’m like a blind man walking in the street. I trip on something and when I bend down to pick it up, I discover it’s exactly what I wanted. »
Or as one of the bodhisattvas says to Vimalakirti: « To yearn for nirvana and not delight in the world constitutes a dualism. But if one does not yearn for nirvana and does not loathe the world, there will be no dualism. Why? If there is binding, there will be unbinding. But if there is no binding to begin with, who will seek to be unbound? »