It has stopped raining and the sun is out. Hubby is in Mundy with Goat cheese. The nuns are singing and I am praying to anchor myself in this reality though the buddhists say it does not exist and is, utlimately, just an illusion of samsara.
A dream we all have of a real world.
Still, I want to recall what I am seeing today: the wind making the leaves waltz and shiver, the greenery, the sunshine. The ease and the cool and the light and the color.
Is this samsara or paradise?
The nuns are chanting their pujas. I am hungry.
I thank the Lord buddha and Amhittabha for this glorious compassion they have imparted in teachings towards all of us.
may my life be not in vain but its sole purpose be to love and become kinder and more compassionate and wiser with the years. I will always stay foolish I think, i am too nutty not to be here and there, foolish. But may overall my kindness and wisdom increase for the benefit of all sentient beings.