We can rediscover that when our hearts are open, there is no “other.” Peace arises from an open heart.
Thirty years ago …
I stand at the curb at an intersection downtown; the sidewalk overflows with the lunchtime crowd. The intense summer sun warms my skin. I await the signal to cross the street.
DON’T WALK vanishes.
WALK takes its place.
I step from the curb.
Before my foot can reach the pavement, a man to my left flings an arm to my gut. A car races past, abruptly displacing the available crosswalk and my oblivion.
Stunned, I thank him and walk on with the crowd.
If the man had first checked the color of my skin or my gender …
If he had needed to know how I understood God …
Had my politics mattered …
I would not have known what hit me.
Life is precious.
Impermanence is swift.
Deep down, we all know the same truth.
Deep down, we know where to meet.
In boundless presence—
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