pain

Pain is there for me to remember

All everything's suffering is linked.

Just the same old story translated 

A thousand ways.

Through each other we face the feelings united but disconnected once one judges, or, neglects another's heart.

Mistaking it not for their own.

Closing their heart to the unknown.

Anger then rises, separation exists now.

No tender petal of love can penetrate the sharp

Sword of disconnect. 

All love can do is weep for its beloved,

And remember that pain is rooted in beloved's heart, too.

No room for love to be angered, otherwise love would hurt back, which love is incapable. Love hugs the scared egos until they transform into sacred souls.

One, infinite kind of love which understands that the only remedy to treat anything in this world is love, love itself.

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[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you defined pain.
"One, infinite kind of love which understands that the only remedy to treat anything in this world is love, love itself."
I agree. Love is needed to heal, become stronger and learn to live again. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote