I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino

ANOTHER KIND OF INTIMACY
 
Sitting across me in the whirlpool
Is a blind man
 
Although he must be aware
That I am there
 
He begins to sing
As if no one is around
 
I listen without interrupting
Then he reaches across my side
 
To stretch his leg
On the stairway
 
He is two inches from my body
And resumes his song
 
An improvised melody
Without lyrics
 
Part of me feels intruded upon
And another feels grateful
 
Of this blind stranger

— Abraham Menashe
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