As if you wait between my words till they have flown ... your silences are hewn, your caring doesn't wane. Like finding there's no loss of light between old leaves: the unspoken space, the fallow between lives.

Or listening to the earth - the rich dark of the need - you touch the core of worth. Compassion is a seed.

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