The Truth of my savage efficiency
knows no bounds.
And yet, even for aiming with such vigorous precision
there is not a loss of care.
If one is to be the most efficient in all eternity,
let them be the most efficient in the art of compassion.
And thus the two lenses shall meet,
though normally walking in different directions on different roads
as most commonly understood.
Like a train headed south and a spacecraft headed toward the sun,
so seemingly dissimilar and yet the perfect pairings when mated with
such agility as a child of 5.
Some may aspire to be the most compassionate,
but at the total cost of efficiency.
Stumbling over themselves,
needing recognition all along the way.
Never quite grasping or accumulating what they
set out for.
In their age old bitterness,
having lost the compassion competition
to Miss Kentucky or Mister Scandinavia.
The one who is simply methodical in their efficiency
can move in their desired direction
simply for the sake of the movement
with no other agenda than faith alone
or even “just because”, which is actually the most efficient
reason in existence.
Efficiency is god-like, especially when stripped of all robotic elements
and humanized in the warmest and deeply humblest of expressions.
To efficient oneself toward matching the heat of the sun,
to efficient oneself toward mirroring the knowledge of the earth,
this makes an award-winning factory look like an icy swamp.
Its widgets as leeches, yearning for the true nectar above the ice,
while the efficiency of true compassion skates on top.
Blades cutting through the snow,
laughter cutting through the air,
intimacy cutting through the fear,
and the simple knowledge that no frozen undertow
is a threat when these two forces have met
in such a passionate embrace
which has perfectly eternalized itself into
the absolute essence of nature,
without any ongoing need for preservation