Healing the Healer Open Heart When sadness comes greet her with open arms She is the teacher when remorse comes greet this filling as you would a lonely little boy who is afraid you are this little boy listen to his aching words crying and be without judgements for he is to young to live by adult moral categories made for hiding from new life hold him like a luna moth or like a flower whose petals have passed their bloom soon to fall to the earth hold him like your dying mother who shall not recover not in this world never to be seen again not with human eyes you are this dying mother of all Healing Tears The greatest of human tragedies is not love’s absence which never is but love’s rejection of self and other which are the same built up the rejection of love through mistakes made and denied left long ago and today to rot inside lies lived and never made to mend the tear in the fabric the delicate cloth the tender skin of inborn innocence stretched between you and I here and there forever and now Love Some say love is the sum of your and my desires met as if love could be measured by human counting of wants and desires met dislikes and pains avoided Some say love is given and taken as we see fit for the worthy to receive and the wretched to suffer without as if love were a possession that could be held bargained for in the market lost or gained I say love knows no bounds no words can capture love they are but the calling no measure can compare to love’s width and depth who can count infinity? who can strike the wind? no one holds love but we are held by love love’s stores can not be hoarded not ours to take I say love folded the mountains and scooped out the valleys spoke to the flower which then burst into blooming loved the bird who sings now on the branch in the tree under which this gathering of sound echoes echoes between throughout you and I Love Back to Poetry Index