It is not for me
To tell you where you went wrong
To advise
Without the premise of your permission
Or request to do so
It is not for me to judge
Particularly when you sit there so dejected
Clearly judging yourself
It is not to me to point out your errors, mistakes and flaws
But instead to get down here on the floor alongside
Where you fell down
To sew neat stitches in the holes torn in your hide
Roll over
Look at the stars
And hold space, love, peace in our hearts
This sacred knot
Was not given to us to hang each other
But rather to bind our hands
So that no matter how far apart we grow
Nor what the world throws
We can find our way back
Find one another to lean on
One hand over the other
Pulling back along the rope
Oh there you are
Right when I had lost all hope
There you are
Always
