poetry: Self Compassion

A tear, falls down the side of my face,

As I am listening, reflecting, seeking truth,

Sparked by a moment in time, wherein

My past meets the present, and

Chesed and emes are introduced

To each other for the first time.

A moment to be treasured as a keepsake.

My awareness will remain undaunted,

Nurturing an actual felt compassion,

That had previously seemed impossible.

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