The Bessel Between Us
“The Vessel Between Us” We must be concerned with the greatness of the goal, For alone I remain only a point, not a soul. A heart of stone beats silent inside of me, A desire untouched, not meant to be free. That stone is not mine to correct or refine, No prayer or effort can soften that line. It stands as a boundary, sealed and tight, A place where the creature cannot invite Light. But six hundred thousand desires stand near, Not buried in me, but living in the friends here. Their lacks are scattered, their needs are not small, And my work is to gather them—one and all. I do not fix myself, I do not repair, I connect to the friends and carry their care. I clothe their deficiencies deep in my chest, As though their desire were my own test. This inclusion, this bond, this pull to unite, Is the vessel formed only through mutual sight. Not in my feeling, not in my mind, But in the space where our hearts intertwine. “Love your friend as yourself” is not advice, Not ethics or warmth o...