| Thinker : Telling Stories : Tibet Harps, Homeless Food | |||||
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At the Festival of the Harps, I held open the door for a hippie-chick who was urgently looking for the bathroom. She looked a little dazed, so I helped her find her way. She told me that she was homeless and couldn't afford the $25 donation to get in, but she knew she'd find a way. (And she had, she was already in.) She wanted to know whether the Dali Lama had sent a message. t the last event like this the Dali sent words of peace and hope. It was vital to her to know what he had said this time. Obviously, she was devoted to the Dali. While wandering the halls looking for the bathroom, we found a big room spread out with tables of food. She asked a middle aged woman in expensive clothes who was quietly eating, "Is this free food?" My friend must have been hungry. The woman, obviously a society lady, said "This is for the performers." How ironic that this well fed woman couldn't find any food for this poor and hungry devotee of the Dali. |
reverence
Let Me Live in Reverence | Living on the Land
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First written Wed, Oct 15, 1997 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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