-------Seeing and Being Seen-------
When I stopped waiting
for some kind hand
or image
to show me
I finally saw it.
The little plants
disguised as weeds.
A man walking on the
street alone.
A bird flying.
Everything is a door
to open
and behind every door
a friend quietly sits,
ever-ready for us to
arrive.
Love
and patience
reveal what is always
there
within.
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