I’m sure you’ll never read this
This lesson could never come from me
But I do hope you learn it
Somewhere, from someone
I know it may be so, so very hard
For many of us to believe this
(Trust me, I do)
But please do consider the possibility
That you can make the space you need
To hold and keep everything they have to offer you
So much love given:
surely most will
find its way back home
Love is infinite:
it knows only the limits
our fear imposes
.
(I see how much love some others generate and share. I wish they’ll always see as much as possible come back to them.)
Their memories are vague concepts to me.
Myself, who never knew their fields:
I can only catch glimpses from a distance,
aided by stories told across chasms of time
and left written in the sand when the empathy tides recede
on memory shores.
…
With thoughts and love I
Revisit with empathy
Dear friend’s expressions
If I really could
I would raise high scaffolding
To lift heavy hearts
Revisiting words
Those that once tugged emotional strings
Wetting eyes and shortening breath
Without changing form
Somehow have become vicious…
I know you’re tired of the shifting
Between shimmering and rotting…
Warm sun and cool breeze:
happy-tears polish four eyes,
stars elusive found
(I’m so happy that you’re finding your stars, M.)
They must remember the loving-kindness, applied with fearless compassion.
Brief stream-of-consciousness response to the writing of a friend.
A stream of consciousness response to a powerful empathetic connection with a dear friend and their fear.
Separate lives
Separate experiences
Briefly
Somehow
Empathy connects
…