If we could stand in a hard rain
and shower away the stains,
remove the grime of a century’s journey,
what would you see when you bend to the stream?
Can you see the spirit that carries your bones?
Can you understand the language that has no sound?
Are we able to greet one another with no sight.
Using our eyes, our hands, our tongues,
But without the crushing brain.
It is a gift to stand before a fellow traveler…
To offer oneself without values and judgments.
To remove gender and see but a soul that must eat, sleep, and love.
To recognize the same needs and to find a path through the forest together.