is this in the service of love?
these thoughts, these words, these actions?
am i loving freely, with an encircling heart,
embracing joy and grief alike? can i make
space for a friend? to speak, to feel, to find
a way out?
how do you put it into words? the answer is
that you don't have to.
i will stand in that fictitious space
where all receding points meet.
where the two-headed coin spins
because joy and grief are the same,
because an overflowing outpouring
stamp on the heart is an imprint of
letting go that has to be set free,
to fall, to fly. i stand aside. i will
hold you with open arms. i'm here.
i will meet you where you are.
is this in the service of love?
when i speak let my words come from my
better self.
when i listen let my heart be open to the
wisdom of other hearts.
when i act let compassion alone be my guide.
to forgive, to uplift, to let go.
to fall or fly.
to be free.
always in the service of love.
March 31, 2021
