Exiled in the love of an evolving world
From one of my favorite poets for your Sunday morning
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat Nibada:
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Searching my heart for its true joy
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am not weary of time, though
It moves too quickly, and words and people
Drown out my own sorrow, this world
Deserves more than my self-interest
The salty sweetness of pleasure grows old
But helping others, that peace never ends
I found the small moments of empathy
In my days, the best, the cherishing of others
A more luminous goal than self-satisfaction
And now I am caught by the suffering of others
Not in a bad way, but in a collective-realism
That I too, had it easier than others
That I too, was born more fortunate
And thus to serve others may be the only way
For me to ever understand humanity.
