Your Picture

13 Mar 2016 love

I can look at your picture now,
and see a beautiful friend,
without the haze of hurt and anger
obscuring it.

I see a gentle soul
trying her best,
to learn and grow,
with an open heart.

I can sense the struggle,
as if it were my own,
to move through pain,
towards equanimity
and understanding.

I feel a fellow traveler,
moving on her own path,
as I move on mine,
sometimes intersecting,
sometimes veering away,
somehow connected in Spirit.