The Mind of Love

The Mind of Love

Today I love the world.
Last week it was a vile place,
broken, beyond repair.
And my mind reached out
in all directions
like a spiders spindly legs
to mend and weave
and fill the empty spaces,
until falling, exhausted
dangling by a single thread,
discouraged and utterly humiliated
that I couldn’t mend the fissures,
that I ever thought I could.

Today I love the world,
the faces on the street
the wind and chill.
Pausing to look up through
dark bare branches,
reaching out in all directions
against the vast bright blue.

Soon buds and leaves
will fill the empty spaces.
In the mind of this love
The fissures mend themselves.

** Excerpts of *A Heart as Wide as the World: Living with Mindfulness,
Wisdom, and Compassion*, by Sharon Salzberg