“softer”
quite suddenly dark clouds form
and a harsh wind rushes in
what, an instant ago,
was a sweet disposition
is now sour and sullen
through the lens of this darkness
i find faults,
now even my loved ones seem blameworthy
i have entered the state of
the Great Separation
where i stand, alone
defensive, self-righteous, filled with self-pity
if i give theater
to this temporary state
we all suffer
it is my journey
to find the way back home
from exclusion
to inclusion
remaining open,
yielding to the gift of life
takes practice and skill
with mindfulness
patience, tenderness
and humor
as companions on the playground of life
love is rediscovered
