I was supposed to wake up late today but forgot to un-set my alarm clock, so it faithfully yanked me out of my beautiful slumber at 6:30 am. What should I do with extra morning hours? Drink coffee, of course! And chant. I haven’t chanted for months and just a few days ago I decided to start again. Maybe I’ll calm my whirlwinds down this way.
In front of my altar with Gimme coffee, a candle lit, and Buddhist beads in my hands, I chanted Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo. (I started chanting this about the time I moved to Ithaca and found it very helpful to my life). When I’m chanting I see life more clearly, which I interpret as seeing through my *real* eyes instead of my ego-eyes. Who I really am comes to the surface and all my false identities fall away like water.
I think of humanity. I think of my family. I think of True Love ~ the kind of love that embraces people without judging them first. The kind of love that will walk through fire for someone. The kind that is loyal no-matter-what. The kind that hides nothing. The kind that forgives.