moving toward kind
Be kind whenever possible.
It is always possible.
– His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama
sometimes bitterness wells up
spills over
burns a bystander
with caustic words
the acid bubbles up
before you can neutralize it
with a deep inhale
or I/thou thought
leaves you both raw human flawed
so far from bodhisattvahood
compassion still something
you have to summon by force of will
no ocean flowing from you
just the hot sand and jumbled rocks
of a shadeless dry reservoir
a remnant of deeper days
sometimes I feel like the weevil on the headlamp
doing endless laps
thinking she’s getting closer to the light
barely moving
but when one boys says
I just want loving kindness
and another boy says
I will do better
and then they both say huggie!
snuggling chins into crooks of necks
I think maybe it’s possible
we’re moving toward kind
Mom says:
They’re on the right track with their role models.
AEOC says:
Well, we try, but we’re flawed like everyone else.