I don’t pray to any god, but this strikes hard at the core. Please, world, listen and change. We are killing ourselves.
Today: finding the right place for yesterday’s painting, without planning or searching. As if the painting knew already where it would belong.
Today: listening to the Buddhist Breakfast Corner Talk: “A Prayer for the World”.
Which includes a reading of this viral poem: It is not Paris we should pray for. It is the world…