There are days that I wish to empty myself.
Empty myself of everything.
Of all the clutter that distorts.
So I can make room to breathe.
So I can make room to imagine.
So I can make room to love.
So I can make room to forgive.
So I can make room to listen,
To listen to you that is.
Listen
to your worries,
to your fears,
to your aspirations,
to your hopes,
to your dreams,
to your passions.
That way, I have little to do but be still,
be silent,
be kind,
be empathetic,
as I listen to you.
And in understanding you,
I become me again,
I become hopeful,
I become gentle,
I become uncluttered,
I become quiet.
For your wishes
are like mine.
For your dreams
are like mine.
For your fears
are like mine.
And as I bid farewell to you
My hesitations are silenced.
I no longer wish to be empty.
Rather, I want to be drenched,
saturated even,
in the beauty of life.
Thanks to you, my friend.!
