She went to the store to get some milk but she came home with happiness.

When she had some things to do, she decided that not doing them was just as well.

She can’t much walk in a straight line.

People never mistake her for someone who gives a darn.

Instead of not just sitting there, but doing something, she just sits there.

One time she did exactly what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

She laughs off all her hard-won wisdom as nothing more than the well-intentioned yet hopelessly distorted mental formations that they are.

She looks upon her otherwise horrific situation of estrangement with the spacious eyes of loving compassion.

When confronted with the question of her own mortality was heard to have said, “Yo, breathing in, I see myself as space, breathing out, I am free.”