Friday, August 16, 2019

Let me welcome all things.

Sever my attachment to this world, the things in it, my place here, my body, yea, even my thoughts. All these things are bits of fiction. Let them float through me and disappear as mist.

Let me greet new pleasure and new pain equally. Open my eyes that I may see how the river of the world flows past.

(Letter #1,679)