Otherness

To give completely
From within yourself
To treat compassion
As the truest form of wealth

No small adjustment
For the average soul
To give yourself away
In order to be whole

To trust completely
With an open heart
To risk the wounds
Of having it all fall apart

Seems paralyzing
With implicit risk
But the packaging
Is not what makes the gift

It isn't weakness
It isn't frailty
It's being human
And it's sustaining

To love completely
And utterly
To give yourself away
So unselfconsciously

Is altruism
In its purest form
A kind of otherness
From which ego is torn

It isn't weakness
It isn't frailty
It's being human
And it's sustaining