purity of intention

There are the ones
who yammer on endlessly about
themselves–
their work
their art
their hobbies
their past.

yammer
yammer
yammer

I call these
the wounded children,
the narcissists
the boring.

There are the ones
who peek into every crevice–
of my life
ask too many questions
and swim too deep
into my being.

swim
poke
pry

I call these
the obsessive
the addicts
the creepy.

Then there are those
who know balance
who love themselves
and others equally
who ask good questions
and have good boundaries.

open
open
open

I called these
the healthy ones
the works-in-progress
the aware.

Having experienced enough of the former,
I now wholeheartedly embrace the latter.

And so it is.