Empathy

This method of writing eliminates as many words as I can from an existing piece to create a new element. I leave it open to your capable imagination my dear friends.

 “Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant with the weak and wrong. Sometime in your life, you will have been all of these.” – Gautama Buddha

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New
Seeing smiles, feeling frowns
Hearing empty laughter 
tears
Wet my reaching palm
A facade of silent screams
Searching, a waiting heart 
mourns
 Strangers will never know
 Old
I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know?
I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf


revised 10242013
 

The Pines – A breeze in the pines

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” – Helen Keller 
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.” – Ho Chi Minh
 

I hear the pine needles whispering their lullaby

to me their silent infant

Soft are the blankets laid down by so great a choir

Finding myself in their comforting bosom

My eyes close, resting in natures embrace

This entrancement such a pleasure,

the ancient care of God’s nursemaids.

The Pines – A breeze in the pines

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” – Helen Keller 
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.” – Ho Chi Minh
 

I hear the pine needles whispering their lullaby

to me their silent infant

Soft are the blankets laid down by so great a choir

Finding myself in their comforting bosom

My eyes close, resting in natures embrace

This entrancement such a pleasure,

the ancient care of God’s nursemaids.