Bound to Mara's Yoke
Perceiving constancy in the inconstant,
pleasure in the stressful,
self in what's not-self,
attractiveness in the unattractive,
beings, destroyed by wrong-view,
go mad, out of their minds.
Bound to Mara's yoke,
from the yoke they find no rest.
The walk home this evening was like something out of the X-Files: lots of rain and fog and possibly a conspiracy in progress. On the whole, I quite enjoyed myself.