Compassion
Oct. 9th, 2004 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's saturday night here in Amsterdam, and at the corners of the streets leading from the main shopping street (all the trams) stand two men, each holding a flowing red flag.
I wondered what they were doing there (I'm entering into a state of wonderment at this moment) and so I went and asked. In the name of Service, in the name of the Lord. These gentlemen are standing between the street of commerce and the red light district. They carry blood red flags (well, in the light there, sort of flowing maroon) to signify the love of god.
It's really quite cool. They ask that you open your heart to compassion, and look upon all with forgiveness.
Miss you all, my friends; see you at months end.
I wondered what they were doing there (I'm entering into a state of wonderment at this moment) and so I went and asked. In the name of Service, in the name of the Lord. These gentlemen are standing between the street of commerce and the red light district. They carry blood red flags (well, in the light there, sort of flowing maroon) to signify the love of god.
It's really quite cool. They ask that you open your heart to compassion, and look upon all with forgiveness.
Miss you all, my friends; see you at months end.
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Date: 2004-10-09 12:03 pm (UTC)Oh, you don't need help FINDING it...
Date: 2004-10-10 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 11:35 am (UTC)It's not as bad as New Orleans (wander around Bourbon street on a Friday night and you'll wonder why you even bother to be human) but still off kilter. The closest I can get is a buzzing residual psychic headache. I'd love to see those guys standing outside of the casino.
Wish you were here; the hotel is really quite beautiful. Lacks the warmth you would bring.
-- Loudog