The inverted hearse, of compassion and peace.
It gives then takes before is disperses its third word
It stills as it is told, calling to the calm amid the torrent of thoughts
It speaks to a part of us we haven't yet dealt with
Applied to all things emotional, the last action before moving on.
It can be the hardest thing we ever say
An act that rises above the dim of conflict and trouble
Called by the soft siren of the harpies, waiting patiently to be looked in the eye.
It has a concerned face tempered by wisdom underwritten by pure compassion
A touch, an embrace, a look, it comforts as long as is needed
Strength imparts through contact, the longer the better.
Pushed away by the human condition, rejection is not a word to it but a feeling, one it absorbs without a sign of impact
Once mentioned it never goes away, a phrase dished out by many but truly understood by a few
It is a frame of mind, an art that no one can teach, we must practice to find its form within us.
Twinned to forgetting, the better of the two brothers.
Championed by the few, against the trinity of misery we are encourage to build
It seeks the hurt of the heart, the mind and the body.
A hermit on a journey, that has no boundaries or culture.
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