Each moment I look for compassion…

Each moment I look for compassion…
Nothing more, nothing less…
It is a part of everything…
It is the soul of this world.

I treat it with reverence and awe…
As the thing, most sacred…
Even if the the world, like dunes, are continually changed by the wind…
Compassion holds firm.

Compassion gives each of us a name…
That’s right, you cannot name yourself…
You are named by the things you do…
Compassion teaches you who you are.

This is way your days are supposed to be…
Where everything you do is real…
Where each touch is a gift…
Where each life is a miracle…

This is not an impossible mountain to climb…
Nor far away in some distant field…
It is within you like a coal from a forge…
Ready to flame gold in the sun.

I love you,

Annie