With Compassion

When I turn
toward that thing
in me

that I don’t
want to see,
with compassion,

only then
can I
love you

the way we
should all
be loved.

with thanks to Joi Sharp…


teacher haiku

I tell her my fears
and she offers the window –
the outside pours in.

close your eyes, she says,
after a while, I am back
inside my body.

her voice and the blood
winding through my veins, like a
chorus of humming.

is not a direction, it
is an opening.

it is hard not to
giggle once I see that my
brain has been driving…

and so we do.