Karuna

My warm leg against your warm leg

In the back seat of a red doge colt.

Fishing in the dark I find a third eye

And hold it tenderly as a mayfly wing.

Karuna whose name means compassion

Always giving mercilessly, ruthlessly,

The brief poems of truth that make us suffer

And want more.

Each moment of suffering is a glass wall

Of separation

The solitary walker cannot come nearer

And the silence deafening the forest.

When I hold you it is goodbye

Awakening the memory of some future

Time, when I will hold the flight of birds

And their freedom alone

As what is ruthless

In separation.