lock their door.
Some look down at their phone,
pretend like they didn't hear.
Some busy themselves with important things,
"I'd like to but I don't have time."
Some shift the blame,
believe a conspiracy or claim no control.
Some are paralyzed by fear,
others by indifference.
A few, the rare ones, have the courage to witness, to listen, to hold the space.
The courage to be vulnerable, to be open to pain and suffering. To stand for a moment with uncertainty and fear. To sit with discord and irritation. To wait, when its easier to run and hide.
Terrible things happen everyday. There is no end to the pain and struggle. It takes courage to hold that sadness in your hands, to feel it course through your life, and to keep practicing anyways.
As long as space remains,
as long as sentient beings remain,
May I too remain,
to dispel the misery of the world.