Vulnerability and Compassion

A body is vulnerable.
It gets sick – it gets tired – it gets hurt.
A psyche is vulnerable.
It gets nervous – it gets tired – it gets hurt.

Every object is vulnerable.
A flower is easily hurt and even a great oak can be cut down and killed.
Even the great galaxies that fill the night sky
They too eventually die and fade away.

So easily we forget this truth
and filled with our sense of right and our sense of needing to make a point
We strike out at others with hard words and hard actions.
We so easily forget that every object is vulnerable.

Every time we hurt another, a wall is built
The more hurt we have experienced
The taller and thicker will be our walls.

And when a threat is sensed,
We will either flee to the safety of our cold inner retreat
We will attack first and there is no end to the cycle of violence.
This is the way of the world.

We forget the truth of vulnerability
with our own children.
We scare them into their own walled domains.

And the sad days comes
When even they can no longer touch who they are!
For they have become prisoners of their own prison.

This is the Way when we forget the truth of vulnerability.
By understanding vulnerability,
we learn the path of compassion
We know that every body is vulnerable
Every body is fragile.
So now kindness lights our way.
Where there was judgment and righteousness
Now there is care and connection.

Be kind to yourself and unmake your walls of disconnection.
Reach out and touch yourself
and admit your own fragility.
Only by being willing to be hurt
Can we be open to something even deeper.

For the body we hurt
is our own.


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  1. #1 by Prasad on October 25, 2010 - 2:51 am


    Have reading several books on the above mentioned topics and endlessly philosophized about them, still scared of death (as in the extinction of self images of some kind) and hold on desperately to ideas and ideals. Cannot say they have not helped though. If I know I do not see clearly yet, it is because of all these.

  2. #2 by Eric on November 3, 2010 - 1:20 pm

    Dear Prasad,
    It’s very easy to confuse the “story” of me, with the truth of me in this moment. The story of me is always a consequence of planning – agenda making. It tends to be about the “image” of me or my family or my country or my religion. It’s the perennial struggle of one Image against another.
    In contrast, the actions of me are alive just in this moment. This is the only me that we can see is real – in this very moment.

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