My suffering becomes your suffering ,
Our joys shared become the glowing memories
of childhood or old age,
While all the day I wish I was better for you.
Yearning to be the model you need,
Of right action, right thinking,
Right purpose, so you will know
An easier Middle Way.
Not the teeter totter of extremes,
Not the icky sweet pungent world
Of indulgence and decay,
I long for you the yin and yang.
Sweet, delicate balance of good and evil,
The shared journey and burdens of love and pain ,
I want you to know the kind of peace,
You only get from a full night's rest.
How can I show you that the coin of compassion once spent,
Yields more than you could ever hope or believe for,
And know deep down, that essentially most people can be good, and are worthwhile.
Dark clouds meet the edge of our blue skies,
We must always know the dark to love the light.
That worldly energy you feel compells us all,
Projects us forward into places of fear and fantasy.
There is happiness,
There is respect,
There is infinite gratitude,
Words coming and going,
None seem good enough to describe the love I have for you.
We meet, connect, and part,
Wondering how it all will end,
If it be in a moment of joy or sorrow,
No matter.
Mary Kirkpatrick, August 2015
