U No Hu

when I was homeless
they gave me shelter

when I was sick
they gave me healing

when I was mad
they showed me sanity

even useless slackers
understand the beauty
of generous souls

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-02-03 at 10:07

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some or most do, not all. but yes, it is the souls connecting that matter. sometimes generosity means extending oneself through a psychic barrier. not everyone can do that. receiving also means having a willing to reach out. not so easy.

this is a generous poem.