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.