infinite
I told myself that I had an infinite capacity for kindness as well as the capacity for infinite kindness (or was it the other way around?) as I stepped out of yoga class. I wanted to text you, Robert, and tell you the same. There I was, though, walking home, returning a phone call, reading some incoming texts, relieving the nanny, looking over homework, making dinner, eating dinner, sharing some quality time with Norbu and so on, and I never sent that text. Now it hardly seems worth it. You're probably asleep there in your distant time zone, and if you're not, you should be. Will this thus suffice?
You have an infinite capacity for kindness. You have the capacity to be infinitely kind.
I believe in you. Will you believe in me until I'm ready to believe in myself?
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I think this is an infinitely kind post. :) Thank you, it helps a lot, especially as I struggle with this anger and can much more easily believe that all kindness is gone.
And yes, I will believe in you, I always have.
Posted by: robert | April 9, 2008 09:18 AM