Feed the cat.
Fold the towels.
Clean the lint from the dryer.
Say thank you for someone’s kindness.
And mean it.
This is the temple –
Not on some distant mountaintop,
but here,
in a messy kitchen,
in a real apology
in a long exhale
when you’re stuck in morning traffic.
Enlightenment isn’t an escape.
It’s seeing, really seeing,
what’s right in front of you.
It’s staying.
Even when it’s uncomfortable.
Even when it’s brutally mundane.
There’s holiness in every breath.
In doing the small things with love.
In the life you already have.
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