Friday, July 31, 2015

Compassion is not a zero-sum game.

Babies are being torn limb from limb, and still we find room in our hearts to weep over a lion. We still have enough leftover moral indignation to call out comparatively trivial hypocrisies. And we still try to push all of this out of our minds long enough to make dinner and take out the trash and do all the other things that are ours to do.

As well we should.

Compassion is not the sort of thing that diminishes with use.

Instead of hoarding our compassion, careful only to bestow it on the most worthy subjects, let us strive to live with fully awakened consciences.

A story about a pet lamb woke David to the gravity of his own crimes.

May Cecil the Lion awaken us to the value of life.

Thursday, June 18, 2015


Breath
stops
as soon
as you try
to hold it. Hoarded
manna breeds maggots, and power
storage typically involves some sort of battery.
Wind cannot be contained, and when
harnessed it becomes
something else,
hostile
to
birds.


Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Wise 
tree,
delight
to the eyes,
lies at the center 
of Eden. Ah, man the master!
You cannot always
have your fruit
and eat 
it
too.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015


He
has
brought us
once again
into the garden,
between trees ripe with beautiful
fruit. We can choose life
or judgment
of right
and
wrong.

Monday, June 15, 2015


I
stand
before
the tree of
judgment and morals,
and see that the sages spoke truth.
The fruit is good. If
we eat it
we shall
be
gods.

Friday, June 12, 2015


We
are
alone.
Egyptian
gods and whips have ceased
to goad us. We do not yet dream
of freedom. Each night
we are still
grasping
at
straws.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

 
First
the
baby
fell asleep,
followed by my arm.
I'm glad about the baby, but
I wish that my arm
would wait for
the rest
of
me.