a prayer for the world

I don’t pray to any god, but this strikes hard at the core. Please, world, listen and change. We are killing ourselves.

once upon each day


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…


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