when am I not myself?

Noble Calling

The rich, loamy Earth on the banks
of the Marsh provides fertile soil
for exceptional progress.

I am inexhaustible in my willingness to teach,
and without limit in my tolerance
and support of others.

I am aware, my time is limited
and my power will wane
just as Summer changes to Fall.

I am in a position to help another.
This is a temporary situation,
because my power is cyclical, seasonal.

Knowing this, I must perform my good deed
without hope of reward.
I'm not furthering my own process, but another's.

Though I cherish this other, I will never possess.
Touch without grasping.
Take comfort in becoming a fond memory.
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Nurture, then let go.

Do I see the light she sees?