Ripples

Sometimes, when strangers sit with a heavy thud on the seat next to me on the bus, I imagine ripples of air and dust radiating from the seat. A mild but definite disturbance to the physical universe and my mental universe, unnerving me slightly. When we are mindful, we send good vibrations of peace and loving-kindness to the world. When we are thoughtless, even in the little things we do, we send rude shockwaves to others. What ripples raditate from the epicentre that is you?