I found a years-old grocery receipt with the following message I’d scribbled on it:
The point of life is to become enlightened, again and again.
For me, the quick and easy way to become enlightened is to suffer beyond words to the point that my ego splits open and divine light pours in.
Every time I arrive, I bow to my suffering in gratitude.
I remember that what I had grappled and struggled with was actually on my side the whole time.
When I arrive at enlightenment, for a moment, I know peace
Then the journey starts again, like bringing my awareness back to my breath, most of the time I am unconscious of the miracle that flows through me.
Perhaps suffering is not necessary, however it seems to be a catalyst; speeding up the process.
I want to hug the whole world, wrap it in a hand-knit sweater
To those who feel sick, I hope you feel better.
I want the glow in my heart to grow and light up the dark.
I’m glad I kept that receipt
I could frequently benefit from a reminder about what the point is
It is most difficult to remember when I am surrounded by those who cling steadfast to their self-centered identities, awash in all sorts of drama, trying at every angle to drag me into their mire
I pray they will know enlightenment, even if for a moment, someday
I pray that I will know enlightenment, even if for a moment, today