I cannot save the world from suffering
but I can listen, heart wide open
and hear the longings
in our language of blood an violence.
I cannot fix each broken tree
but I can look, eyes wide open
and see what is here
without the labels of right and wrong.
I cannot heal all the wounds in this world
but I can be in it with my whole being,
releasing my grip on past and future
and let free hands do the heart's work.
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