Watercress Gone Crazy

A mat of watercress is floating on my fishpond. I have pounds of watercress. Scads of watercress. A mattress of watercress.

I love the taste of the peppery leaves of watercress, but this 4’x4′ patch is more than i can eat. Besides, just think of the cleaning–the rinsing, the sorting.

With mindfulness, I sort through my actions one by one, checking to see that my deeds are clean, that my behaviors spring from a kind mind.

When i find a speck of dirt, i rinse it off with kindness and compassion.

The watercress may have gone crazy, but I don’t have to.

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