Beings are numberless, I vow to free them all.
Delusions are inexhaustible, I vow to let go of them all.
Dharma gates are boundless, I vow to enter them all.
The Buddha way is unattainable, I vow to embody it.
So it goes.
This morning the angry-sounding wasp at the window buzzes just on cue to be a guest star on I vow to free them all. Big clumsy clog, brush the beast towards the gap between the window's two sides with one hand, pull the window open against heavy curtains with the other. There. Off into the morning with you, friend. And may this grey day be a day of wonders for you, too.