when compassion begins
it awakens the sleeper
draws her up to light as
sunshine woos the seed
out cold within the soil
something hurts and
something breaks open
a little deeper penetrates
the light and something
warm spreads through
the seed bursts open
in wonder and change
silent pulse transforms to
tender green shoot
and rises through dirt
the heart is rent again
fissures in the dark
leak blood like blankets
wounds become scars
turn sorrow to surrender
injury breeds two things
bitterness or love
we are all so broken here
jagged edges thorny brows
murderous ignorance
rain falls softly upon
what lies hidden underneath
blood seeps into earth
spreads itself like morning
coaxes compassion out of death
Thursday, September 6, 2012
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