Profoundly disabled.
Profound, on that we can agree.
And there it is, the difference,
the difference between you and me.
Built profoundly human,
seek within his eyes,
such profound presence
I’ll posture he is wise.
He is profoundly spastic,
delayed and thin;
when measured with your scales
the darkness sucks me in.
Perspective is paramount,
practice the only way,
practice the way to awaken
and keep the black at bay.
Notes about sharing this poem:
Today I simply noticed an improvement in Alden’s self-feeding skills, and for the first time it did not feel like a consolation prize. It was not less than. There was no comparison, no attachment. It was present moment awareness, simple and sweet mindfulness practice paying off.