Nothing in Common
Posted: December 3, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: compassion, Freya Manfred, kindness, Nothing in Common, Poem, Poetry 6 Comments…
Sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone.
I shamble through the day, dragging my knuckles in the grass,
and each new hour with each new person is a cliff I can’t climb —
yet I know I’m alive now — inside a song as deep as forever,
that stretches to the infinite future and the bottomless past,
connecting every place I’ve lived or nearly died —
and I shouldn’t worry so much about losing what’s most precious,
my simian balance, shaggy fur, bold fleas,
my plentiful fingers and opposable thumbs,
and my curious, glowing, ape-like eyes that still shine
with radiant chaos, wondrous animal calm,
and so much love, for everyone.
Such a great post !😍
Thank you😄
Thanks for posting for those who get it 💛
My pleasure 🙂
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