Compassion

Compassion is the salve to pain and fear

Compassion says, I have enough, have some left over.
Compassion is in the pit of the throes, the root of the unaffectable fountain.
It says, This fountain will always be here.

It is not through the person who showed you the window
but something that stands on it’s own,
deep-seated, ever-existing, never lonely,
always waiting
for you.

Compassion is the fullness of body and mind and soul.
It is where we can relax.
We don’t have to remember who we are because
we just are.

we play.
we flow.
we touch each other deeply with smiles and safety in the background.
we stretch, we love,
we slip,
we learn,
And then we find our way back to compassion.

Compassion is like an ice cream flavor you have never tasted before
could not crave until you had a chance to experience it.
It’s like sex, like getting high, like actually making love,
Like the touch of a friend who is concerned for the condition of your heart
It’s like a spiritual path,
Once stepped upon, impossible to deny.

There is a gentleness so powerful that walls melt right down in its presence
Psyche-creatures that stay hidden in shame sit up and listen

Compassion is a gift-giver to the focus of it’s intent
and to the holder of it’s focus,
One healed, one boosted.

Compassion’s not love, it’s not so direct
It doesn’t come at you
from one heart to another
but rather rolls in
Like a solid force, changing everything around it.
Unseen, untouchable, uncontrollable.

A rare blanket of goodness
once felt
never forgotten.

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