Nothing is
Seeing into my mind, I wipe the floor. Grasping the moment, I read sutras.
Not so interesting
This is really notes to myself this time. I just don't want to lose these thoughts over the next while, even though I know this is being read. And even though thoughts are themselves impermanent and arise within emptiness. So, I apologise if this is a bit boring. After all it's in my blog and it should be interesting. What is this addiction to interesting anyway?
Alaya
It was dark with a diffused light, shining within the darkness, like the fog on the manukau in the morning.