Worshiping The Rich

Beggars at my doorstep, bowing before the wrong person

The Buddha was a beggar too

Sadness rings my doorbell almost every day. With each calamity, a new class of people become beggars. The construction workers tossed off job sites during the lockdown. The tourism driver out of work when the airport shut down. The lady weaving rugs that can no longer get supplies. These are people that were not beggars and now they are…