have this much charm --
and looks can prove deceptive --
and yet do we feel less compassion,
knowing how much damage
this sweet face can wreak
when he gets inside
a boat, or a house?
So then,
if we can imagine loving
a pesky river otter,
can we not also learn
to love this grass, these trees,
the sand on which he stands,
the water in which he swims,
the fish on whom he feasts,
and then expand
that growing of affection
to include all of creation --
even that which hinders or destroys?
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