even though i am helpless
to help you
i hold you close
in my tender heart
a heart broken open to love
whose healing waters have flooded
the dry and arid plains
of the mind’s defenses
a heart that sees the soul’s truth
beyond the petty games we humans play
the soul is love
it loves you no matter what you do
unconcerned with ideas
of success or failure
happiness or misery
the soul is love
always free
always as free as the eagle
that soars
into the heavens
so don’t worry
about anything
just see if you can
touch your soul’s sweet truth
sometimes.
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Poetry of Beauty 
So beautiful. So much compassion. Thank you.
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Thanks…I love your poem ‘We walk around blind.’ Thats also my experience. Once the veil is down, it’s both agony and ecstasy, joy and horror. Whoever said clear seeing is endless bliss?
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It is just “being there” I guess – the ups and downs slowly subside and then we reach equanimity. I would hope so anyway. I am far from it still. Thank you Kavi. Kenza.
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