The wound is the place where the Light enters you. (Rumi)
The mission. To fill aching cracks. In people with warring views. In the world. With glue that connects more than bones or moments. With one glue known as truth, another known as love.
Should be, words as vacant as a cup with no bottom. Who owns the should-be privilege? A limited few or a diverse population? A political circle or a world team? Violence at the Capitol Building in Washington DC. Because an angry mob wanted a different leader. How did it help?
Destruction, obvious. Wounds, untouched, made deeper.
Light. May it find a way to reach universal suffering.
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