whatever protects me from being seen protects me from seeing so there is no protection at all in this place of hiding I grope, half blind, through the world of the wounded I fear my woundedness but even more, I fear my blindness

I don’t TRY anymore I just kind of HAPPEN and I don’t WRITE this it just happens THROUGH me and I’M not the one who LOVES you “I” am WAY too small for that love just HAPPENS in YOUR presence through ME

through the gift of loneliness, you lead me to love through the gift of suffering, you teach me compassion through the gift of my anger, you bring me peace through the gift of judgment, you show me equanimity