With news stories and loved onesâ suffering weighing on my heart today, Iâve been searching for something uplifting. I finally found my way to my âUâ poem in my âAlphabet Meditation Versesâ series of learning poems, and itâs speaking to me again, reminding me of the smallness of my viewpoint.
Universe of time with complicated flow-- one vantage point that's mine-- so little that I know-- a child pointing blame for events far beyond, I writhe in ego's game, curse pretend magic wands. These pains--not my fault, nor others': we are all wounded children, descendants of stars. May I look with compassion on others and me and tend my small ration of eternity.
