waiting to live

I hope you can be proud of me.

Humbly offering all of myself to love,

Sharing kindness, respect, and wisdom

To anyone, and to everyone.

To those who would accept it

And especially to those who wouldn’t.

Even to those that hurt me

And wish ill upon me.

Their suffering is deeper than mine,

For they don’t understand how much they suffer,

Blind to the cloak of dawn I wear,

They wander that long night as did I.

For years I tried to look away,

But the eyes of love can see no evil.

We are children, bearing ancient wounds

Inflicted by our self betrayals.

In the world I live in

There can be no enemies,

There is no room in my heart

To store grudges anymore.

Under the eaves of true love

All are welcome.

None shall be turned away.

This is my gospel.

To every weary soul I meet

I offer shelter gracefully,

With a strength that is not my own

But humbly granted to me.

This timeless duty to protect

Is a golden nectar of life,

And so fruits I grow in love

Are forbidden to no one.

And I,

I will never die

Even when I’m long forgotten:

Where there is kindness

Rooted in the unshakable duty

To protect the light in this world,

I will be there.

This is my legacy.

My spirit is as one,

With the many who came before me

And the many who will succeed me:

The warriors who protect this world.

It has been the greatest honor.

To have offered the meager grain of rice

That is my loving spirit 

At the feet of any who would have me 

Is more than enough to live and die for.