The Buddhist level of compassion would be changing ourselves so entirely that we can sit with and accept the threat of terrorism and see it for what it is. The biggest mistake we could make is to react in the face of fear and anger. The biggest mistake we could make is to believe the lies we ...
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...
In her internal onslaught, she needed to meet face to face with her antagonists. She opened an ancient double-hinged door. The heaviness was tremendous. The circular iron rings pressed cruelly into her palms. She remained focused on a vision branded into her being and tattooed on her soul.
It is because of our mistakes that we grow and travel away from the pigeonholed demise of what we’ve been told. We acknowledge our sad and painful stories then step aside from defending, clinging and holding onto an endless swirl of reconciliation.
So here we are, in the dark of the night, swimming in the moon rays. Here we all are -- you, me, the Boys and Girls Who Lived, carrying, always, the last living fragments of our own attempted murderers, and remembering, if we can, that it is not our abilities that make us who we are, but our choices.