This morning, I suddenly decided to do a big cleaning. I carried my belongings to the coin laundry, washed them, and then came back to wipe down the air conditioner.
Next, I scrubbed the floor of the balcony. As a result, the rag turned pitch black and met its honorable end. To my surprise, I even unearthed a mysterious pile of someone else’s hair.
All the things I had been putting off were finally taken care of, and I felt refreshed—almost as if the dust in my heart had been swept away too.
Today’s reflection: Cleaning is entertainment, and the rag is a bodhisattva.
日本語版note：
凡夫日記：大掃除、雑巾の殉職
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