I see the remnants of your pain and so I do not take your smile for granted. Nor do I pretend not to see the mask of falsity at times.

I feel your energy sometimes muted by the grip of demon, sometimes amped by the flow of blessings.

I receive the things you say with voice and body simply as the top layer, quietly acknowledging to myself that there’s always something more.

I take your positive words and deeds along with the negative, the love and misunderstandings and I offer you metta.

I am here, humbly interested in and seeking to honor as well, that which remains unspoken.