Two hands of one body

One day, I was trying to hang a picture on the

wall. My left hand held a nail and my right hand

a hammer. I was not very mindful, and instead

of pounding the nail, I pounded one of my

fingers. The right hand immediately put down

the hammer and took care of the left hand

as though she was taking care of herself. My

right hand considers the suffering of my left

hand as her own suffering. My left hand didn't

say, "Right hand, give me that hammer. I want

justice!" There's an inherent wisdom in my left

hand, the wisdom of nondiscrimination. When

we have this kind of wisdom, we don't suffer.

My left hand never fights my right hand. Both

hands enjoy harmony and understanding. 66

Each second is a jewel

The four mantras