January 27, 2026
Today in contemplation
The me of the body is blind to the way. It suffers in darkness. To suffer is to tumble into the fires of hardship. The soles of your feet are aflame. You trudge on, seeing no way out. The pain is great. You cannot lie down to sleep. Grief consumes you. Whose hand can you grasp so that you do not perish? You cry to a god who does not hear. You yearn for the freedom you picture in mind. Your body goes limp. You fall to your knees before the grave. Into the pit you roll. The Earth closes over you. The darkness of death descends upon you. There is no return. You are consumed by the soil. Pleasure and happiness are crushed. Blood stains your shroud. Light has turned into darkness. These are the things you see as you walk blindly about in the garden.
