How could care control?
Care would carry your weary weight on its own back
That which will seek control is not careful of the tender-hearted
That which seeks control is not care
Care rejoices in your success through the flat pancake of time
Care is careful
Of each footprint
Upon your heart
Care would not dream
Of impinging
Of taking what is not freely given
Care holds like infinite space
And acts like the finest artisan
when she sings…. the heavens melt.
