Can One Feel Sad Yet Happy?

Sad to see humankind served up on a cardboard, a bundle huddled in the dark shadows. Many days unshowered, Clearly hungry, yet not starving of unnatural attention.

Happy to show up on the sidewalks turned into sleeping quarters. To be present for our brothers and sisters.

Buddha, Christ, Mingyur Rinpoche, did we meet you?

In the outreach hands of buns, water, mozzie coils, soaps and medicated oils, we connect. No giver. No taker. Just two humans being one.

We are so blessed.