may we, adults, look at children with the freshness of the new wind touching their skin may we look at children as a bridge back home, to our nature, to wisdom may we look at children taking care of our projections, to really look at them may we see with clear eyes who the child is at that moment, contemplating who we are and our transformations in that encounter may we allow ourselves be touched by the poetry of play may we let ourselves be touched by every smile and every cry, by every expression may we feel their presence may we be present with them

when I blame myself for something that's other people's responsibility I invade their space. and, if I was trying to ease their burdens, I become one more.