The poem Immeasurable refers to Buddhism's Four Immeasurables--for the hopeful, a prayer of sorts; for the secular, a way of reforming one's intentions towards others via active reinforcement of loving-kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy, and equanimity.

For those likewise caught up in the thick of it, here is an intention to set for your upcoming week: Embrace Flowing Emotions...Name Them... Throw Them Back!

I have yet to find my sangha, And yet, Intermittently, Between my cynicism and doubt, I sometimes still find Unexpected diamonds Along muddy roads Bearing overflowing cups Of calming tea.

Meeting We meet each other Wearing coats of practical invisibility To the souls beyond our shells— Mere glimpses Of that collection of aggregates That forge our personhood Blind to who we are And who we might be We grow to see the other To both share And find Discontinuity To love Until we find the edges Of our borders To learn Where crossover And impassivity Exist To experience The connections That foster closing distances Between ourselves And the limits to our linkages Bur