What you feel

What do you feel? He asked her.
What I feel is what you feel. She answered.
What do I feel? He queried.
She answered, 'You feel; a leapord roaming to attack that which is wrong.
A horse galloping to win that which others think you cannot achieve, a butterfly looking for a safe haven, for warmth, but only if you find it. You feel a dove pretty on the outside but wild on the inside: for safety.
I feel what you feel, but what I feel you cannot feel,
why?

You and Me

You are me, and I am you.

Isn't it obvious that we 'inter-are'?

You cultivate the flower in yourself,

so that I will be beautiful.

I transform the garbage in myself,

so that you will not have to suffer.

~
Thich Nhat Hanh

Sometimes we forget...