You know, there was a time that I was not free.
Most people aren’t- but I am lucky in that to some measure I am free.
Worked hard today, and now it’s night. The groceries are brought in, wife and daughter are tucked in bed. So I’m a husband and father, but now- tonight? What am I? Well, tonight I am a composer. There’s something amazing about being able to say that. To be able to do that.
It’s because I was aware of the choice to be free that I escaped the clutches of despair. So in gratitude, while I begin my musical work, I have lit an incense. For the Tathagatha, who was willing to share what he discovered. For that ol’ rugged dharma that I am fortunate enough to have found. And of course for the sangha- not only the monastics who keep it precious and true, but my friends and fellow practitioners who are here in the world working diligently at salvation. Peace out.