There are no dings or dents, only dirt…

There are no dings or dents, only dirt…
It is nothing but a few painful memories…
You, like crystal, are a delicate thing…
So much more than a pile of stone.

The past can be so cold it is difficult to walk…
Not fit into this world or this world fit into you…
I have an answer to a painful memory…
Stop the slave talk…
And understand, you will never be able to pick off all the specs of dirt.

Let me tell you my own story…
I discovered that nearly everyone is hurting more than me…
When I feel miserable, I know it is time to be charitable to the poor…
And poof, my own pain disappears.

I begin by simply wandering…
Stop my thinking, wait for the universe to arrive…
When the student is ready, the teacher always appears…
Like a lighthouse finding a lost ship at sea.

To me, you feel familiar and comfortable…
Let’s join hands, we are on the same road…
There are no dings or dents, only dirt…
And it’s not all that bad to be a mucky pup!

I love you,

Annie