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We speak now of humans
But this is true for all beings,
Living and non-living,
For everything is sentient.
You look around, you notice
That others also suffer.
It’s not just you.
And within you,
And within even the most
Self and obtuse person,
There is a gasp of recognition
And something leaps into your heart.
The Light has entered, a spark of sorts,
The Light has entered and caught flame.
And now this Light is
Leaping and jumping and
Blazing and raging and it is seeking
The heart of the other
As a way of connection
And of support in suffering.
This is compassion, this wave that hits you.
The ache, the opening, the release
That is compassion, which is not quite love,
But it is a start.
But this is true for all beings,
Living and non-living,
For everything is sentient.
You look around, you notice
That others also suffer.
It’s not just you.
And within you,
And within even the most
Self and obtuse person,
There is a gasp of recognition
And something leaps into your heart.
The Light has entered, a spark of sorts,
The Light has entered and caught flame.
And now this Light is
Leaping and jumping and
Blazing and raging and it is seeking
The heart of the other
As a way of connection
And of support in suffering.
This is compassion, this wave that hits you.
The ache, the opening, the release
That is compassion, which is not quite love,
But it is a start.
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