Buddha sat under a tree until enlightenment arrived. The great thing about enlightenment is that it is always trying to arrive. It seems to have little regard about whether or not I am/one is/ we are/ open to receiving it.
Maybe that is when enlightenment hurts the most. When we know it is there but cannot turn toward it. It blinds us so we turn away.
Yet, even though we turn away: even though I turn away, it keeps coming. It keeps knocking on my door.
What’s love got to do with it?
I am thankful for the nature of things.