I was always smart.
If the Path was good, I figured it would make me even smarter.
One night while meditating, I watched my thoughts piling themselves up all around me.
My mind built a house out of all those thoughts, then filled that house.
Soon it was a whole city. A whole world.
Oh, my beautiful, beautiful thoughts, who will look after you after I’m gone?
I swear I could weep. I could weep for all of you.
My sisters, do you really want to be free?
Are you ready to leave behind all your precious little houses, and make your home everywhere?
It’s not as hard as you might think.
First, stand up.
Then, walk out the door.
—Bhikshuni Mittakali, Therigatha (Poems of the First Buddhist Nuns)