Whatever comes to mind. Sometimes a story I read, sometimes something that came to me while holding my mala beads.
My coworker Kate asked me where she could see a dragon. I almost said "the zoo." Then I remembered: there is no dragon anywhere in the world. An animal nobody has ever seen — how did it hold a seat in the zodiac for three thousand years?
At a team icebreaker, everyone announced their MBTI — and I couldn't remember mine. That night I dug out the bazi chart my mother had made the year I was born, laid the two maps side by side, and noticed three things.
My meditation app says 1,095 days in a row. Staring at the number, no pride came — only the memory of an old Zen master who, thirteen hundred years ago, sat polishing a brick in front of a young monk. A brick can't become a mirror. So how does sitting make a Buddha?