Exiled in the love of an evolving world

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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.

I’ve Grown Thin with Silver Love

I share a sacred decree
With all who have ever
Suffered the tremendous burdens
Of human mortality, we know

The same pains, the thirst
The horrible sensation of separation
I’ve bathed in it, studied it
I’ve rushed towards the Beloved One

With a torrent of flesh, blood, bones
Every organ in me has invested
In creating Divinity, in growing
More complete, more receptive

Compassion breathes into my ears
Until I listen, truly identify with
The stories from the four corners of the Earth
I want to know the world’s pain

I want my pride to be melted
My self-interest to be turned to good
I share a sacred decree
With all who know abandonment, death

Hardship, incapacity, doubts
Of human mortality, we know
The same ambiguities, inequalities
The horrible injustice of power

I’ve lived poor, I’ve known disease
Now I rush towards the Beloved One
On knees of prayer, with weapons of love.