Love Does That
All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.
Once in a while a kind monk comes
to her stable and brings
a pear, but more
than that,
he looks into the burro’s eyes and touches her ears
and for a few seconds the burro is free
and even seems to laugh,
because love does
that.
Love frees.
~ Meister Eckhart ~
Extraordinary. Thanks so much Barb.
This poem blew me away. Glad you appreciated it, Jon.
I am a total burro fan. Is this poem by Meister Eckhart? was not sure if you wrote it or ME. Thank you for sharing!
Thanks, Kate. Your comment got me wondering if I forgot to attribute this poem. Phew. If you look at the bottom of the post, there’s Meister Echhart. I just encountered this poem and wanted to share.
Thanks for posting this. It’s beautiful. I keep returning to it.