There is a yawning, gaping sadness
at the back of all things.
A yawning, gaping sadness
that we must fill with our compassion.
Just to think, how mysterious,
how elusive, are these angels that
flit around us. How strange just to
consider how it must feel to be alive,
to be someone else, outside your own skin.
And so friendship must be
a marriage of minds and cares.
And love must be the marriage
of hands, melding of hearts, lips
and palms, making two people one.
You must fill up the world.
You must give away yours.
You must give, give, give
till the giving receives.
And make: don't take.