Packs of begging children roam Delhi streets,

walk through traffic,

reach into open taxi windows-

western faces a target.

How they got there, how they are organized,

how they get by,

is undoubtedly a terrible story.

Meanwhile, there are those of us choosing

to suffer to be closer to God.

Delusion is thick if hurting that which is sacred

appears to be a requirement of the Infinite;

as if living fully the life given isn’t enough to remove

a blindness placing the gates of heaven without.

Returning our vision,

to where muscle moves blood,

and lungs exchange air, and

kindness becomes a language of its own-


we remember our Divinity.

In coming home,

we find refuge and

stop harming the world around us.