" .... No man is an Island, entire of it self;
every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were;
any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankind;
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee .... "

- John Donne: Meditation XVII

when I listen
to you

setting aside
my trivial preoccupations
my blind thinking
my wish
to put all right
to interfere
to manage your life
to impress on you
my superior wisdom
and decisiveness
(so supposed)

do you suppose
I'm doing this
for you?

when I listen
to you

my petty self-concern
falling away

my heart begins
to open
and to ease

my bones
to warm

my spirit
to stir
grow young
refresh, reviving

my incessant
churning mill-wheel
of a mind
finds pause
above the torrent

when I listen
to you

you too
toward me
in your way

our differences
into air

forming crystals
of acceptable

do you realise
how much this enlarges me? -

to remember:
you too
you have

an equivalent centre of self ....

when I listen
to you ....

28th June 1990

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