bread pushed in a tin

Kitchen thoughts 😂 welcome to my brain and how the bread is made!

Text in case you want to read:
We are not broken beings

We are made exactly as was meant

There is no cosmic score keeping tally of our deeds

Good girl good boy, bad girl bad boy

What does it look like when we step outside of the box and live a life more honestly?

Not necessarily for others but just for ourselves

Sometimes I take this all too seriously and sometimes it does seem serious at all

A giant cosmic fluke and also the most purposeful thing ever

Rumi says we are not a drop in the ocean, we are the ocean in a drop

Tathagatagarba sutra says all beings have within them the wisdom of ThathAgata, the buddha

We are all buddha-nature and buddha-nature is us

This is both the elevation and the leveling of our being

We are the warrior and the slave, the master and the child, and mother and the maid

All at the same time and not at all

Bread getting pushed in a tin