Dancing through life, sometimes alone, sometimes holding the hand of a friend or loved one. Sometimes the music is fast, happy, full of joy and contentment.

Sometimes it is slow, soft, barely heard over the weeping of loss or broken hearts. When this music is playing, we want to help, to heal, to dry the tears, BUT

Don't Tell Me How To Feel
 

Don't tell me that you understand,
don't tell me that you know~

Don't tell me how I will survive, 
how I will surely grow.

Don't tell me this is just a test, 
that I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task
 apart from all the rest.

Don't come at me with answers 
that can only come from me~
Don't tell me how my grief will pass,  that I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie~

Don't tell me how to suffer,
don't tell me how to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness, 
my pain is all I see~

But I need you 

and I need your love unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs, 
I need someone to share~

Just hold my hand and let me cry
and say" My friend~~~ I care." 

(Unknown) 

0 soul of mine,
will you never be good and sincere,
all one, all open, visible to the beholder
more clearly than even your encompassing body of flesh?

Will you never taste the sweetness
of a loving and affectionate heart?

Will you never be filled full
and unwanting;
craving nothing,
yearning for no creature 
or thing to minister to your pleasures,

no prolongation of days to enjoy them,
no place or country
or pleasant clime
or sweet human company?


--Marcus Aurelius--