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Centre of the Universe
As a child, at the center of the universe I did
reside,
And where I went it mattered not, for at the center I still
stood tall.
From birth when hunger struck, caretaker with cry would I
call,
In discomfort or desire, to be catered to I beckoned with
scream.
After all, in the universe was only mother, then father,
Then joined others to frame my center, like a picture of my
dream.
Now I have lived a time, from the center must I depart,
For in the distance from the center my space will I have
found,
Then that same measure am I closer with compassion to be
bound.
And to feel compassion in all its glory hurled,
At the farthest edge of the universe must I abide,
Giving up the center, and changing places with the world.
From the center to the fringe,
Doth the bridge of compassion span.
Where on that bridge I am, the fullness of my soul be
measured,
For at the center am I empty,
And at the rim intensely pleasured.
Oh compassion, remote that I may apprehend all you mean,
But as bit by bit from the center I spring,
Then that much closer to the fringe I land.
As compassion both giver and receiver heals,
I ask myself, where on that bridge do you now stand?
Aubrey McWatt |
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