In every gathering, in any chance meeting on the street,
there is a shine, an elegance rising up.
Today I recognized that that jewel-like beauty is the presence,
our loving confusion,
the glow in which watery clay gets brighter than fire,
the one we call the friend.
I begged, Is there a way into you, a ladder?
Your head is the ladder. Bring it down under your feet.
The mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe
that when you push off from it with your foot,
a thousand new roads come clear,
as you yourself do at dawn, sailing through the light.
Let’s remember this. Daily. Let’s not forget our humanity, let’s not forget the touch of a warm hand, the healing power of a hug.
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