I got derailed that quick yesterday. Spent the rest of the day laid out on my side, smoking, oil spilling out into the dirt, everything twisted and smashed and no crew to set things right.
Just a thowed over train out in the wasteland under a yellow sky.
Now the sun comes up and I am yet where I laid.
Drive all blames into one. Regard all dharmas as dreams. Change your attitude, but remain natural. Work with the greatest defilements first.
It is only my emotions. It is not the world, it is my approach to it. My stance. My clinging, my fear, my ugliness, my small heartedness.
Still I lay wrecked on the plains.