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Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is

you must lose things,

feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand,

what you counted and carefully saved,

all this must go so you know

how desolate the landscape can be

between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride

thinking the bus will never stop,

the passengers eating maize and chicken

will stare out the window forever.


Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness.

You must travel where the indian in the white poncho

lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you.

How he was someone

Who journeyed through the night with plans

And the simple breath that kept him alive


Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you can see the size of the cloth.


Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out int the day to mail letters and purchase bread,

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend


Naomi Shihab Nye



Fe Robinson

Psychotherapy

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