I meet a crowded, free-board bus
Fantasizing all of us
As travelers taken by the hand
Unaware of where we’ll land.
Does no death bring me to my knees
Except my own? Delusion sees,
Sipping clouds that wander by,
Wonder neither how nor why.
Compassion proves we can get outside ourselves, boxed in as we are conceptually as individuals, deluded in our isolation, but those who have it don’t need proof much as they don’t need proof of anything that shows our humanity. They know all of this and more is real.
RAIN CLOUDS OR SUN SHINE
THE BIRDS STAY CLOSE TOGETHER
TWO KNOW TRUTH AS ONE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Xenia Tran is hosting with the theme of compassion.
Photos: “New Leaves Sharing a Tree”, above, and “Sharing the Park”, below.