Occupied

When love exists in my heart
a stranger’s eyes
become a sacred experience.
And when you find one
so dear
you will just know it
and you will know it with a nakedness
of pure emotion.
When my mind is so still
and empty, I can feel without looking
my neighbor’s grief,
I can sense the sorrow of another
like they are my own.
At night
even when they are out of sight
I can feel the stars.
I feel the moon and the cool, black space—
they occupy my heart.
I know one day
everything will belong here.
Everything lost will have been found.

// 15 Jul 2020

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