We wait for the words, I'm sorry
So expectant, we forget the goal: For light to pour forth from the eyes of our children A brilliant spear of sun Preoccupied with ego, the fear of ego, the eradication of ego We walk around collecting sorry from the mouths of our babies like rare stamps We take countless apologies as proof of responsibility We steal them like pebbles from a rushing river shore and seal them in glass jars Then we wonder at the weight of burden, when it slopes the shoulders and lowers the gaze We wonder, how do we summon their self worth from the depth of innocence, how do we sing to their ancient radiance? Shatter the jars, I say Disavow your collection Let each sorry flutter out an open lid and join the dancing elements Look into the child's eyes and offer gratitude Model the ability to respond with reverence So that slowly, the child learns a sense of weightless being, a connectedness as infinite as ocean waves Through this shared breath, the world exhales the distraction evaporates the realization that we do not owe each other anything, that we are simply blessed, deeply blessed, to be together, it sets the wild love free We need their wild love
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