I have never Met a Stranger

‎​I Have Never Met a Stranger ‎They arrive after a long journey, ‎leave upon a narrow path ‎The cycle of strangers continues thus ‎Yet, I have never met a stranger ‎ ‎​They are a mine of coal ‎Whose door closes for me ‎They shine like diamonds in the darkness ‎They settle in the heart with a way of loving ‎Therefore, I have never met a stranger ‎ ‎​Every living thing is a mirror of my desires ‎How artfully I meet them! ‎They carry everything, and I select from amongst it ‎Every wish, memory, and the fragrance of a lost stranger ‎In this world, I have not met any strangers ‎ ‎​They must rise towards their destination ‎After walking some distance with me on a peaceful trail ‎I get lost in the thicket of memories on that same trail ‎Perhaps they, too, get lost carrying these very things ‎And I am never able to meet a stranger ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎