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Doing the dishes

By August 19, 2014April 22nd, 2020Articles, Read

You’re doing the dishes, locked inside a torrent of thinking. Suddenly you notice the warmth of the water on your hands, the tightness in your stomach and shoulders, the shortness of your breath. And in that simple, innocent noticing, slowly, as if by magic, the scene begins to open, the tension naturally begins to soften, the breath begins to deepen; you hear the rustling of the wind in the trees outside, the distant sound of traffic, the whole bustling soundtrack of life.

And whatever you are that is noticing—that notices the throbbing pulse of the heart equally as the sound of children playing, the bubbles of foam on the water as intimately as the tingling sensation of the face—is undoubtedly here, but nowhere to be found; and in being unfindable, is inseparable from everyone and everything! With that realisation love wells up in your heart, spilling over, drenching every particle of this wondrous arising with its sweet nectar.

Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, whatever you’re feeling, the awe of being is already here, already available, waiting patiently to be dis-covered.