A Lesson In Kindness

I’m a poet, if you cut through my veins they will bleed words.

But these words are not mere words.

They are pieces of my story!

My every sorrow and worry.

They are also the marks of those I loved,

they are the seeds of those I’ve fed.

They are the product of all the warmth I’ve put out in the universe.

It’s spelled out in the tender care that I’ve gotten back from those I serve.

Kindness healed all the stains on my soul. I discovered the true power of the crown, and I was finally whole. My looking glass tears apart the syllables etched in each person's spirit. But when I saw my reflection within them, for a brief moment we were one unit.

In my book of life, it's easier to understand than to be understood.

That’s why this new connection elevated me for the greater good.

Yet my thoughts have scrambled together that I’m nothing but a wandering spirit.

One that’s too aware of the centuries of evolution that had to take place before your eyes could read these rambles from a poet. An orchestra of events designed by the universe. For some reason or another, our lights were meant to cross paths, even if it’s just for this verse.

I’ll pretend like I can’t dive through your mind, as you read each line.

Having observed the magic of the world around me, I hold no fear for time.

The world in my head is rich in ancient thoughts.

Each time they pass through me, a light glows in my bulbs.

I’m nothing but a wandering soul and a poet who writes about the light.

But I’m not afraid of the dark, without it my writing wouldn’t be as bright.

It’s the heartlessness of humanity that gives me fright.

An old nightmare that has been plaguing mankind.

We’re still man, that sometimes need to be reminded to be kind.

The wisdom of a sage whispers to me, that rising above the darkness was never meant for the weak! After all, why do you think that many dedicate a lifetime to finding the light they seek? That’s when I once again realized, that I’m blessed. You could strap me away from all my material blessings and I still wouldn’t be stressed. I’m nothing but a wandering spirit, traveling the land. Wherever I go, my kindness lends me a plate and a helping hand. The only thing my soul can take along on its next journey is the love my people fill my heart with. Maybe in that regard, we were meant to be one unit. Diverse in many ways but having a universal understanding of the language of kindness.