And if I get lost in time, our illusion here, will you still see my heart in these letters?
Will you see your eyes, your heart, your kindness in these words I’ve created from what you’ve shown me?
In our interbeing, we can.
Will you choose compassion when all you feel is fire? Will you choose loving passion when all you feel is water? Will you choose play, and let the wind take you to the clouds from grounding sometimes? Will you choose kindness in putting one hand on the Earth on the days you feel you may be floating away?
In our interbeing, we can.
And if you get lost in time, our illusion here, will you leave letters and sounds so we can find our hearts again? The words where I too am. Can we find the paths we can walk together, no matter the shape of our matter?
In our interbeing, we can.
Will you choose to be love even if taught hate? Will you choose to be in acceptance even when all others tell you differently? Will you find yourself walking along your path even when the valleys come? Will peace stay in your heart midst the chaos?
In our interbeing, we can.
And for as long as this heart beats, I will choose to be peace. I will choose to be compassion. I will choose to be love. Some moments, I may not, but in the next moments I can.
In our interbeing, we can.
With radical love,
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