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Around me is love. Everywhere. Did you, my Lover, Pour it there? Am I to simply Grow aware?
“Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all…”
…I can picture you getting on the floor, eye level with them as toddlers…
It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.