When I get up from lying in bed in the morning, all the body parts have to be awake: eyes, ears, heart, stomach, legs, hands, ankles, skin, atoms, fragments, thoughts ... every tiny segment that contributes to me being me has to be awake and get up simultaneously together. The concept of I, the mother concept of not I, present, past and future, illusions and imaginations ... all needs to stand up as one concerted whole ... otherwise I stumble or world wavers or existence is blotted with cloudlike unexistant spots. I love those blotted unexistant spots. I know they are patiently waiting for me to summon up and smile back. How can I summon my entire self? Impossible. But I can know and aim and check in the mirror of being. Stoop to an insect and ask it: Am I well today? Am I being wholesome? Thank you Lama Zopa Rinpoche 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🌼🌿🌼🌿🐜🙇♀️🥰