a poem on care

there is a fragility

or a knowing that breakage is always within reach

and with this necessity for tenderness

we tend

we hold

we listen.

not with fear, or out of obligation

but with warmth

with love

with curiosity.

there is a softness and a spaciousness

to our being, our being with another

our being with the world and of the world.

as we tend outwards

we quite naturally tend inwards too

we nurture our own roots

in service of the unfurling fern before us

that fern that carries such potential

within its fragility

its beautiful fragility

our beautiful fragility.

what we love we care for.

can we love all ferns of life?

support them towards their potential?

what would it take to care?

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unconditionally.