I just read Bob Herbert's op ed in the New Youk Times. It details some obervations by a young man serving in Iraq. He saw American soldiers do some really mean things. So sad.
When I read something this painful, I do tonglen practice. I breathe in the dark smoke of violence and suffering of the Iraqi people. I breathe out clear light. I breathe in the fear and anger of the soldiers. I breath out clear light.
I have my new SoulCollage card on a little easel by my computer. I see those strong legs. Running, it seems to me, in some timeless fashion. There is no finish line. Breathe in the poison. Breathe out love.
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