Posted by: carolyn / through a widow's eyes | May 22, 2011

burro

This poem by Meister Eckhart is via my friend m: I am putting it here because it has been making me so happy, for weeks, in the smallest of ways. Also brings tears, but whatev. Maybe all our tears are from things that bother only burros? And also, this poem makes it sound like bringing a pear is a most wonderful gift. Juicy. Sweet.

All day long, a little burro labours,

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 labour.

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.

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