Its weird. I live in, what they call, a luxury building, in Honolulu. From the pool deck, as we soak in jacuzzi, we see a Fed-Ex parking lot. Thats where some homeless people come at night, to sleep on the concrete. And I wonder how come that I care so much about people, but I cant do much about it? I cant think of a reliable solution. I brought them food many times, I wanted to ask them to come up, to shower and have a dinner with us, but nobody thinks thats a good idea for my safety. And I wonder how come that I have never seen a homeless person in my entire life, until I became war refugee myself. How come that my little Croatia, with low low wages has beautiful clean streets with no homeless people, but in this American Dreamy land we have trash all over, and homeless children? Is extreme poverty and homelessness a price society has to pay for progress? Is progress raising our children to walk next to a person laying on the street and not even blink? Maybe there is indeed a formula for mass control and to keep the world in this kind of chaos, we must raise homeless children into lucky to have a slave-like job work force.... oh... my heart breaks, for this all is so far away from the joyful reality of our spiritual nature.... and so different from our original sweetness. Ok. Rant over. Im going to take care of ending my own samsara.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 16:38:16 +0000
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