As I walked past the protesters this morning, I tried a different tack:
I didn’t talk to them, but I silently and deliberately wished each of them well, as fellow human beings. More happiness. Less suffering. The good fortune to do good works in the world.
That was hard enough. Apparently, I started with the really difficult stuff way too soon. The Dalai Lama focuses his compassion on the Chinese soldiers who are torturing his monks and nuns. I have trouble having compassion for a human being standing right in front of me. I’ve got a long way to go … but at least I know which way I’m headed.
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