05/06/2025
A Metta for a World on Fire
May all beings be safe—
even those who drop bombs,
even those who sign death warrants from polished desks.
May they awaken from delusion,
before the weight of their karma sinks them into the hells they are creating on Earth.
May the children of Gaza,
starving under siege,
buried under rubble,
or trembling in makeshift hospitals—
know that they are not forgotten.
May those who kill with drones and justify it with lawbooks
see clearly the karmic chains they forge—
for no doctrine, no border, no god
can cleanse the blood from hands that refuse to tremble.
May the architects of war,
the politicians who trade lives for votes,
the media that distort truth to protect the powerful—
be pierced by the unbearable truth
of the suffering they permit and profit from.
And still—
may they, too, know healing.
Because only through healing can they cease to harm.
May the seeds of compassion within even the cruelest hearts
crack open under the pressure of the world’s anguish.
May we, the witnesses,
not look away.
May we not be lulled by comfort or silenced by fear.
May we grieve fully, act bravely, and love defiantly.
For every being starving, displaced, imprisoned, or erased:
we send you our fierce compassion,
our solidarity,
our vow to remember you—
and to resist.
This Metta is not passive.
It is fire.
It is water.
It is the breath between sobs.
It is the weaponless sword of truth.
May all beings be free.
May all oppressors be unseated.
May all wounds be healed.
May all delusions be seen for what they are.
And may we never stop walking the path of courage, even with broken feet.