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Bodhisattva

I met a Bodhisattva yesterday. It was, of course, by pure accident. He helped me with my luggage on the way. Waiting for the train with bored intent, I walked aimlessly around the station, checking out ads and bulletin boards, found an article with illustration of a man, who, for many years, unloads passenger's baggage, helps loved ones find each other, soothed rumpled feelings, allayed young ones fears of the train that comes, all things done as unpaid volunteering's. An enlightened life of service without ego. Who will take his place so he can go?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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