Early February

Choosing empathy

as a byword, 
we first choose

to care for ourselves.

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I find that 
when I smile, 
people smile back.

Everyone. 
Always.

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It's a sacred and 

perfect moment 
when I love myself 
as I am.

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When, in history,

has one person

not been enough

for what’s needed.

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If one thinks

themselves religious (or not),

one can still pray.

They’ll be heard.

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When walking,

I go slow, observe.

Quite Zen.

Of course, I’m also 

quite old.

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Today, I seek balance.

Too much 

might just be

too much.

Excess, be gone.

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With compassion, I think,

my, what an unhappy man

he seems to be.

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My entire life,

every part,

was building up to

this moment.

Oh boy!

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I don’t ask haters

to explain themselves. I think

they’d just feel clever.

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How’d I get to be me?

With a few false starts,

but eventually...

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I find amazing prizes

right in the open,

no struggling at all.

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I am trying to say

beautiful things,

to inspire, to help,

be kind.

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There’s no more choosing

to stand on the sidelines.

There just are no sidelines.