Give and Take
So difficult and overwhelming often seems my life,
With all its waves of pain, struggle, and strife.
The vague sense that "something's missing," steadily takes its toll.
And now, I'm sure that something from you can make me whole!
With all this pain I feel, I am in so much need.
And yet my urgent words you barely seem to heed.
But sometimes, over time, I come to see that you feel the same way too,
That we're in a bind and stuck, not knowing what to do.
When I think of me as separate from all,
I inevitably fall into a deep dark hole.
Staying angry at those who won't give is no way to live.
Yet when I come to see that you are me and I am you, We become One instead of two.
And opening up, there's room to give a little of what I think I need, to plant a tiny seed, that becomes a magnificent tree for Us to see.
For in the end, the gift that I receive, is what to you I freely give, which, as far as I'm concerned, is a fantastic way to live.