How frail are your bones, how thin is your skin.
How small are your cries, how loud is your pretension.
How minute your importance, how great is your pride.
How big your ideas, how small is your kindness.
How wonderful is your creativity, how deep is your desire.
How powerful is your lust, how consuming your need of love.
How dear are your dreams, how beautiful your heart.
How painful is your violence, how eternal your forgiveness.
O dear human,
Come away to the lost,
become awake to the darkness around you.
Become aware of your limbs,
become aghast at your abilities.
This darkness, this evil--though overpowering makes you uniquely human.
O dear human,
your perceptiveness to the light and its grandioseness is embedded in your very spine.
Your propensity to return to pain,
to what hurts the most, makes you weaker and stronger.
Human you are a juxtaposition.
A species lost and yet strangely winning.
With one hand you tie your own noose
with the other you reach out to the hungry.
O dear human,
Who are you really?
Who can comprehend you still?
You would kill yourself in the name of love
and be found amidst the rummage of its fire the next day.
The same love that destroys you,
sets you apart.
O human,
your soul is so unique.
It loves unrequitedly and with a depth so incomprehensible.
Dear human,
How free you are in a cage of bones.
How loving and kind in the midst of war.
