Today it feels so simple: we are here to take care of each other. How could we ever forget? As if soil could forget it is here to feed the trees. As if trees could forget they are here to feed the soil. How could anything ever get in the way of generosity? How could we ever greet each other with any words besides, How can I help you? As if light could forget it is here to help illuminate. As if dark could forget it is here to help us heal.
This poem is from A Hundred Falling Veils. It is reproduced here with permission.