India – i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
So what did I learn in India?
That love really matters. That in the circumstances of material poverty, one can be exceedingly generous. That compassion is not only about handing a person in need a coin or bill but rather lending a helping hand or an open ear. That one can be tremendously poor in spirit, while still rich in material things. That strangers do many kind things for each other, making them no longer strangers but friends. That the they and them are really us and we. That I have so much to learn and I am so grateful for the lessons of the past few weeks. That when tears of sadness spring forth from feelings of helplessness, it is also a release, a pouring forth, from the new found wellsprings of an open heart. That the heart is wide and vast and strong and can carry the whole world within it.
And despite my elusive attempts at finding words that exactly express what I learned, I think e.e. cummings words are a more apt and accurate expression of what my heart now knows.
For every smile that was exchanged, every hand that was taken and held, every shoulder that was touched and for everyone we met along our journey in India…
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) – e.e. cummings
With love in service,