Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye

before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
what you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
how you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop.
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
you must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
you must wake up with sorrow.
you must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is i you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

i too recognize the time when everything you thought was true was not, everything you held on to was gone, with nowhere to turn, nothing to grasp, my heart surrendered to this gentleness, this slowness, this kindness to myself, to others to the world at large. there is a softness i can't describe in the way i walk, the way i talked even the way i moved my eyes from one side of the room to the other, a softness from surrender, from giving up, from not trying to see what i wanted to see, to make things what i wanted them to be, the softness of simply allowing the beingness of everything that surrounded me to be what it must, to be authentic. during this time in my life, i will create this intention to be gentle with myself, gentle with my surroundings, gentle in the knowing that things are as they should be, they couldn't be any other way, or they would. allow, allow, allow and breathe....