Six o’clock in the morning is a beautiful time of day in the city; no cats, no teaming masses and the coolness of the night yet lingers. But, even now it is impossible not to be aware of the suffering and instability of the human condition. In doorways and alcoves sleep the disenfranchised and mentally ill, on the corners and bus stops panhandle beg for change and down the sidewalks and through the corridors of Union Square station last night’s drinks hobble onward towards their destination. Seeing this and breathing in and out buddho is hard not to feel anything but love for the Lord Buddha who comprehended our suffering and taught a way out of it if we would only just listen and put the Teachings into practice.
May we put down our foolish pride and not think ourselves too clever for the Dhamma. May we do all we can to make am end to suffering.