Meditations on friendship

Feb 2018:

And sometimes, the mind is a stormy ocean,
and thoughts, rudderless ships.
Tossed around by tidal waves of human emotion.
We've all been there.

And sometimes, the mind is a still pond,
and thoughts, faithful reflections of the world above.
Unperturbed by the gentle breeze of human emotion.
We've all been here.

True is a friend who,
with her kind words, gentle touch and deep affection,
flies you here from there.