Even when the clouds weep,
or the earth cries out in pain,
it is possible
to love throughout the day,
to find calm midst the suffering.
My heart knows the way.
I plan to follow it.
What else can I but do?
Oh, it's been broken
into pieces more than once,
by sadness, anger, regrets,
but it always finds
a means of healing,
a map to sharing,
a path to kindness,
a route to compassion.
My heart wants to love.
I plan to follow it.
It is possible
to smother anger and hate,
to cover them with
charity, tenderness, benevolence.
It is possible
to practice radical humility,
to notice what is convenient for us
is inconvenient for others.
It is possible
to slow down,
walk more slowly on the earth,
be healing and strong,
rejoice in the day.
It took awhile, but
I have learned
to go slow, observe.
Quite Zen.
But then, , I’m also
quite old.
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