The first Saturday Falun Dafa group is already practicing its meditation when I reach the plaza, but my mind is on the woman sleeping on the grass outside the subway this morning.
She’s mostly covered, with a brand new, clean, shelter-issue wool blanket. The blanket does not hide her soft-looking, manicured feet, her expensive-looking red T-shirt, or her shiny, well-cut and upscale-salon-colored hair. A small, tidy backpack lies near her smooth-skinned face.
What is this woman doing, sleeping among the drug addicts and others who have lost their way? How is it possible she has no one on whom she can call?
Falun dafa’s music drifts across the plaza. Choi Jeong Hwa’s magnificent Breathing Lotus sculpture sways and undulates in the breeze.
I pray for the woman, and for all the homeless, mentally ill and self-medicated individuals making their way in this city as best they can.
I cannot help thinking that a surfeit of love could solve these problems. If somehow we could magnify the love in our hearts, how might we end poverty, hunger, homelessness, addiction and violence once and for all?
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