Compassion

Some days I am moved to tears
Overwhelmed by this world
Drawn into details and depth
Stillness and presence
Humanity and nature

How the structure in a leaf
Mimics the veins of my wrist
The chalky feeling of a chain link fence
Weathered over the seasons
Being drawn to wild bunch of berries
Which leave a fuchsia heart stain on my palm

My heart bleeds for sad eyes
Seeing behind defensive walls
Barricades of hate and indignation
Nonchalance to cover pain of judgment
Self denial rooted in rejection
A core of fear in nuclear meltdown

These are days I feel my ancestors
Bruja healers flowing in my blood
Calling on my overflowing cup
Pour compassion over wounds
Turn up my glowing light