Washing the Dishes
Washing the dishes is like bathing a baby Buddha.
The profane is the sacred.
Everyday mind is Buddha’s mind.
Smiling at Your Anger
Breathing in, I know that anger makes me not beautiful.
Breathing out, I smile.
I stay with my breathing so I won’t lose myself.
This cup of tea in my two hands, mindfulness held perfectly.
My mind and body dwell in the very here and now.
Watering the Plants
Don’t think you are cut off, dear plant.
This water comes to you from the Earth and sky.
You and I have been together since beginning less time.
Using the Telephone
Words can travel thousands of miles.
May my words create mutual understanding and love.
May they be as beautiful as gems, as lovely as flowers.
Driving a Car
Before starting the car I know where I am going.
The car and I are one.
If the car goes fast, I go fast.
The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace.
With each step, a cool wind blows.
With each step, a flower blooms.
Turning on the Light
Forgetfulness is the darkness, mindfulness is the light.
I bring awareness to shine upon all life.
As I carefully sweep the ground of enlightenment, a tree of understanding springs up from the Earth.
Throwing Out the Garbage
In the garbage, I see a rose.
In the rose, I see compost.
Everything is in transformation.
Impermanence is life.
Laying in Bed
Resting in the ultimate dimension, using snowy mountains as a pillow and beautiful pink clouds as blankets.
Nothing is lacking.