A monk told Joshu, “I have just entered the monastery. Please teach me.”
Joshu asked, “Have you eaten your rice porridge?
The monk replied, “I have eaten.”
Joshu said, “Then you had better wash your bowl.”
At that moment the monk was enlightened.
What might cloud the mind to block the washing of the bowl?
If there is a simple thing that you should do, or want to do, or need to do, then go ahead and do it.
I imagined living in a one room shack with a dirt floor, a rickety table, and just a bowl of rice to eat. In the corner, a water barrel for boiling for drinking, and for washing up. Sitting at the table alone, eating the rice until it was gone, then thinking: what next? It was so clear to me at that moment: the bowl must be washed. It must be done.
Wash your bowl. Ride your bike. Or whatever it may be.