Good morning!
We had and still have thick fog all over. When I came here I saw the beauty of a little hazy sun appearing and disappearing momentarily through the fog, and golden trees and seas appearing and disappearing one after another in the fog.
If we stay home, we can’t enjoy such beauties and bounties. If we remain asleep, we can’t even dream of such scenes and senses. If we remain in small selves and shells, we can’t enjoy wider worlds and miraculous minds.
Let us practice in pure peace and penetrating prognosis like the golden seas of leaves settling over the ground and the beautiful sun through the fog. Let us come out of our small selves and somber slumber of samsaric suffering.
11/5/11
