Posts Tagged ‘compassion’


We can’t be held down,

we’re a ball bouncing back,

an unsinkable raft,

a bowl that won’t crack.


We can never be slain,

our core’s made of steel,

wherever we’re punctured

we readily heal.


Trample on us

and we’ll spring back to life,

we cut to the truth

like an ever-sharp knife.


We’re a magical candle

that never stops burning,

a wise inner child

who never stops learning.


Knock on our window’s

unbreakable glass,

mow us down, we’ll grow back

like invincible grass.


Light as a bubble

we can’t be detained —

we’ll rise towards the light

and ever remain.



©  1976, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post)


We need to vote — for wisdom, love, truth, integrity, compassion, understanding, tolerance, kindness, common sense, and justice.  We need to vote for candidates who will encompass as many of those traits as possible (no matter their party).

We need to vote for those who will join the rest of the world in protecting Mother Earth.  We must change this downhill slide, for the sake of our children, our grandchildren, and all future generations. Thank you.  ❤

Love, B.  ❤


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Where do we hide

when Mother Nature

swings her fist

into the mesh

of continuity?

Who engineered these promises

we thought were tempered steel?

The shrapnel of reality

cuts through our paradigm

as we shield our eyes

from fire

and the collapse of illusion.

Where do we draw our water now?

How can we bake our bread?



(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright


Thoughts and prayers to those affected by hurricanes, fires, droughts, floods, violence, and other disasters of late. May the help they need so badly be forthcoming.

(Originally written for Kobe, Japan after their disastrous earthquake in 1995.)



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We are tuna fish

breathing the sea,

oblivious to mayo and toast.


We are cocoa

in the hot southern bean,

our proof is not yet in the pudding.


We are tomato

bulging acid in red sun,

unsuspecting the BLT.


We are lettuce leaf


ignorant of a thousand islands.


We are potato,

white jewel buried in soil

unconscious of sour cream and chives.


We are yeast,

multiplying dark spaces

waiting to be kneaded.


(c) 1996, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post)



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Cascading Stream under Sunlight in Forest


Listen carefully

even to the babbling –

wisdom might emerge.


(c)  2014  Betty Hayes Albright


“Cascading Stream Under Sunlight in Forest”

Image from a copyright free site,

uploaded years ago – photographer unknown, unfortunately.)

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