Compassion

  • The Wounded Child

    Somewhere in the woodsa wounded child wanders.His survival dependson your kindness and compassion.     Can you find him in time? He's a good child,a boy whose heart has great capacityfor joy and trust,for delight and laughter,but now he hides… Continue reading

  • Abandoned Heart

    The heart I abandonedwaits where I left it.It knows its painand understands that I was unequippedto handle a troubled heartand therefore had to leave. But I cannot livewithout my heart;incomplete,I live unconsciously.I go back;I shall find and comfort by heartand… Continue reading

  • Toward Healing

    I peeled back the bandage."This is my wound,"I said. "It looks like it's healing,"he said. "Yes, it is.It still hurts some,but nothing like before." "What's made the difference?" "I stopped pretendingit didn't exist,stopped telling myselfI shouldn't be hurt that badly.I… Continue reading

  • Transmutation

    The ancient alchemistslong soughtthe philosopher's stone,which could transmutelead into gold. I have found it.It is simply this:kindness. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Dream

    And as I dreamed,my skin dissolvedand I expanded,spread outward,a being of refracted lightsurrounded by beings of refracted light,no longer divided entitiesbut all part of a greater,    glittering,    interconnected whole. I knew my separate selfas illusion,and this wondrous, webbed oneness    as life, … Continue reading

  • Three Sorrows (Three Liberations)

    I.We mustheal the wounds of childhoodto find freedomfrom the constricting storieswritten there.  II.Wake up tomorrowno longer rememberingyour personal narrative,all its falsehoods forgotten:    "I'm too…"    "I can't…"        "I'll never be good enough to…"    "I'm this way because…"  What if… Continue reading

  • Through Me

    Life, live through me,    not shame,        for shame drives us        to cut ourselves,    not fear,        for fear drives us        to cut others,    not perfection,        for perfection drives us        to… Continue reading

  • Dialogue with My Muse

    My muse returned,and so I asked,"Where have you been?"     Waiting here beneath the din.    Waiting for the crowds to pass.    Waiting for the wounds to heal,    the edges of the cuts to seal. "But I'm… Continue reading

  • Identity

    I am the same personall the time. I may be souras spoiled milk.I may be sweetas red velvet cake. I'm still fully,essentially,completelyme.  Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • How We Live

    Your perceptionscreatethe world you experience. Perceive the worldas evil, threatening and cruel,and you will live in a worldof danger, fear, suspicion and defensiveness. Perceive the worldas welcoming, generous and sustainingand you will live in a worldof creativity, compassion, joy and… Continue reading