You ask: “So stop for a moment, imagine yourself as one of the displaced. How would you feel?”

I just want to shout out: But I am displaced, this reality is not my home! But it is the gateway back to where I originate from, the eye of the needle… contract in pain to squeeze through and then expand away to infinity. Back home.

I see the displacement in the eyes of people everywhere, the pain of being ripped away and uprooted, consciously or not, we are all One in this pain. And I encourage myself to not look away from it as much as I'm able, bit by bit, doing my best in the moment. I do it because there is no other way. And I know it is felt, every time we transmute the pain, it radiates out and it is my deep hope it brings some refuge and hope to those in the greatest of distress.

Namaste.

M.