There is love
Flowing in the world
Reaching out from hearts
Healing as it goes
From yours to mine
Tender love has reached
A soothing balm
On my salted wound
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An Old Friend
I met up recently with an old friend. We last saw each other seventeen years ago. And when I saw her again, I immediately recognized who she was. I recognized her mannerisms, her voice, her personality, her way of being. What I realized is, we remember. Throughout our life we connect with others. And they imprint themselves on us, and we on them. What impressions do we want to leave? How will we be remembered?
How do we want to be remembered?
Against Nature
The first time a connection with someone new is made, there is a clean slate between those two people. There is nothing on the slate, the connection is unwritten. And from that single moment, the image begins to form.
Pictures.
Drawings.
Sketches.
Lines.
Colors.
Blacks.
Whites.
Emotions.
All these things merge to form a bigger picture. And after a while, we may like what we see. Or not. Does the image presented before us make us happy? Does it uplift? Does it encourage?
Or does it drain and destroy and suck energy and make us want to resist? If it does, perhaps for our own sanity we need to walk away. I hate closing doors. It is against my nature.
Perhaps this is my lesson?
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