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