Abandon dirt, abandon stain

I forgot my mala at the hotel today. Maybe it was because I had the strap of my meditation cushion in my hand.

So I bought a new one. It was completely encrusted with dirt. So I pulled out a wet wipe and began to clean it. It was really dirty. Filthy. Hard to clean.

Maybe that dirt wasn't the dirt of India, maybe it was the dirt of attatchment and aversion. Maybe it was not their dirt, maybe it was my dirt. Maybe it was the dirt of my delusions.