Maybe it's much more important that I understand other people
Than other people understanding me...

My Work is not to Pull In
Or Push Out...
My Work is to Keep the Door Open...
To Remain Inviting...

To Grow Flowers from it...
To Fling it...
Or To Wallow in it...

Related to earlier post...
Compassion Not Punishment...

If I were raised in someone else's situation,
How do I know if I myself would be better or worse?

A mirror-lined carapace is where I often hide...
Not realizing how much real life
Is actually passing by...

Hidden Punishment Hidden Death

Indeed there is karma
Indeed there is justice
Hidden beneath unseen
To those ignorant and not knowing
To those choosing to live in ignorance
Justice swings its hammer
Premature declining health
Alzheimer's, cancer, heart disease, stroke, diabetes
Impotence of body, heart, mind, and spirit
The oppressed animals have their voices heard
But with insidious silence
The animals continue to live on inside of us,
Creating an internal wake of destruction
Damaged inflamed tissues
Mutated virulent cells
Hardened ticking plaques
And hardened hearts and minds

Our bodies truly become graves of dark hidden death
Patiently the reaper awaits...
But just long enough to let us linger in our cesspool of self-created suffering
To dodge its blow is to be quite lucky

Have courage and go towards the light...
Die and be reborn anew

First Step

In what ways can we rise above
The senseless doings that are not our love
To go beyond reason and into our fear
In hopes one day it'll soon be clear
The heart implores what's best for the soul
To ignore too long too heavy a toll
So look to the light and acknowledge our dark
With courage with strength One Step to Start...