A blessing on the eyes that do not see me as I wish.
A blessing to the ears that can never hear the far inward
footfall of my own shy heart. Blessings to the life 
in you that will live without me, to the open door 
that now and forever takes you away from me 
blessings to the path that you follow alone and blessings 
to the path that awaits you, joining with another. 
A blessing for the way you will not know me 
in the years to come, and with it, a blind outstretched 
blessing of my hands on anything or anyone 
that cannot ever come to know me fully as I am, 
and therefore, a blessing even, for the way I will
never fully know myself, above all, the deepest, kindest 
wishes of my own hidden and untrammeled heart 
for what you had to hide from me in you. 
Let me be generous enough and large enough and brave enough 
to say goodbye to you without understanding, 
to let you go into your own understanding, may you always 
be in the sweet central, hidden shadow of my memory 
without needing to know who you were when you first came, 
who you were when you stayed and who you will become 
in your freedom now that you have passed 
through my life and are gone.