Care Less, Love More

In the Aftermath…

As you look back and reflect

On what you felt you had to do,

Tied-in the guilt of one’s introspection

Asks the question:

Did you?

And I guess—I don’t know.

I guess that’s for the observer to show—

The decider of the war?

No.

There are no winners.

Just love-worthy sinners.

All of us.

And I am spent.

I don’t want to play anymore.

I’d rather just forgive—

and live—

Life.

And love more.

That’s what only good living’s for.

And with that platitude,

I speak gratitude—

For a phrase

Written by

A friend, whom I adore:

Care Less, Love More

Because there’s a grace

To heal every space.

It sees every face—

Where the scene knows all intents,

And honors the atonement’s lament—

For all pain unseen.

Compassion,

For what one did not mean.

Compassion,

For all that’s been seen.

Compassion,

For the hurt your heart’s intent

Got caught in between.

Allow yourself to be misunderstood—

And still believe in the good.

Compassion—

Did I do what was necessary to?

I don’t know.

Silent echoes.

Honestly, the real me:

I’d rather just forgive—

and live—

Life.

And love… just so much more.

It’s the only worthy ping

My heart keeps whispering—

From my soul’s shore to shore.

And with that platitude,

I sing that gratitude—

For a phrase

Crack-coded open

A familiar score:

Intoned, echoed delights—

Ring enchanted

In my light-hearted, soft core.

This balm, a simple aphorism.

spoken in my signature kaleidoscope candor :

Care Less, Love More

And I intend to.

It’s the only natural thing in all of this I can do.