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Om Mani Pedme Hung

On my way home from work, I heard the sounds of a crowd at the Capitol.  I joined in to listen (Elizabeth Warren spoke shortly after I arrived) and chanted with my fellow citizens–the chant not “om mani pedme hung” nor “om mane padme hum,” but on this particular night, with this particular crowd, addressing this particular issue, “one more vote.”

Being out here over and over again regardless of hope of the immediate outcome being effectively influenced is a variation on tapas, on sadhana, on seva, on faith put into practice.

It seems that this monk and I are being drawn to the same places this week, though I am guessing our days are pretty different.

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