ON BEING THE STONE WHICH HAS MELTED

I shall try to explain.

Need is so vast.
My willingness to do even what I can is so limited.

Is that not something to be ashamed of?
When I am completely clear about the plight of others,
and still act mostly for myself?

So it seems that we have to be aware how far we fall short of living the
"active compassion and humanness" that we intermittently feel.

In that awareness it is possible to be an ordinary person,
and to escape the trap of pride:

"Look at me! I am so compassionate!
I do so much to help!"

But in all truth I do so little.

In that awareness
I begin to be carried (or infused) by the larger compassion,
whilst (of course) never escaping from self.

In that awareness
I can be at peace with myself,
in the silence....

18th April 2002

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