So we have to be patient with ourselves. Over and over again we think we need to be somewhere else, and we must find the truth right here, right now; we must find our joy here, now.
How seductive it is, the thought of tomorrow. We must find our understanding here.
We must find it here; it is always here; this is where the grass is green.
John Tarrant, Calling on the name of Avalokiteshvara