Stranger Women

Miles apart we were
Two women, whom I hath not known
Two women, miles apart
Untold stories revealed
Unfelt, was felt
Miles apart, they are
Some untold stories
 Best kept moments,
Best shared , with best people
Those two women, who obliged me.
Those two women, how close they have grown
The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time
 And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me she might be,
She was as irreversibly altered as I was.
As I would always belong to their love.
Unknown it is, unfelt it is
There’s no hug, there’s no present.
It’s just an unknown bond, is it?
Does it break my heart? Of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of.
 I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world.
 It wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, and the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss.
 I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me?
 I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but got once into it. Time maybe the longest distance between two places, not people.
We connect, we devise a memory .
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes
You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down
Not one day in anyone’s life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem, no matter whether you are a seamstress or a queen, a shoeshine boy, or a movie star, a renowned philosopher or a Down’s-syndrome child.
 Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kindnesses for others, both by conscious acts of will and unconscious example. Each smallest act of kindness—even just words of hope when they are needed, the remembrance of a birthday, a compliment that engenders a smile—reverberates across great distances and spans of time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed, until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away.
 Likewise, each small meanness, each thoughtless expression of hatred, each envious and bitter act, regardless of how petty, can inspire others, and is therefore the seed that ultimately produces evil fruit, poisoning people whom you have never met and never will. All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined—those dead, those living, those generations yet to come—that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands.
 Therefore, after every failure, we are obliged to strive again for success, and when faced with the end of one thing, we must build something new and better in the ashes, just as from pain and grief, we must weave hope,
 for each of us is a thread critical to the strength—to the very survival of the human tapestry. Every hour in every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.
You women, gifted me .
There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever
When I  honestly ask myself, which person in my life means the most to me, I often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share my pain and touch my wounds with a warm and tender hands.
 The friend who can be silent with me in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, those are the women I talk about.
I say “I have forgotten what’s called being truly happy, I have forgotten about the happiness in me. ‘Somebody’ stole it and I could never find it ever again. Everyday I’m haunted to bits by these little monsters and all I can say is, I have nothing to say …that ‘somebody’ has grown so mighty in this era that he renders me speechless.” I choke
Those women tell me “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival. Hush little girl! “
I think if I've learned anything about friendship, it's to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don't walk away, don't be distracted, don't be too busy or tired, don't take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff it is.
Dear women, what shall I say?
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass ,the world is too full to talk about.
When I say it's you I like, I'm talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war and justice that proves more powerful than greed.
Those two women, I bow to you.
For giving me, the unforgiving love
What shall I say? Miles apart we are.
 You women, I salute you.
PS: Thank you for making me smile, I'm indebted as always