I
learn to care from the feelings of others,
the
way they spill out onto me, into me.
They
penetrate between my cells
to
give me their environment of emotions
that
somehow are a quanta undeniably expressed
and
pass through to me richly so.
Those
feelings are as precipitates,
sent
out through the slow mediumship of time.
They
densify to be the measure a mind meld can grasp
even
without intention or purpose to ponder.
Care
beckons me from beyond
distractedness,
indifference,
and
even apparent self-awareness as protection.
Some
composite of self assembles from within.
These
feelings overtake my customary M.O.
and
reach through my maintained distant self.
This
liquid in me bleeds towards cause.
With
this inward windsweep in me,
it
has my spirit up, about, aglow.
This
as a deeper truth of being trumps me,
outdoes
what I would have held as constant,
as
isolation from then would attest.
Slowly,
ever so slowly, the breakdown
is
really discovered as a breakthrough.
This
outflow of caring is a communing of hearts.
It
is mightier than myself as a stalwart stand-alone.
The
outflow of caring, gathering us as one . . .
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