Feeling the hearts of my
brothers and sisters,
I know there is suffering;
Of what use is it to live,
With such effort and pain?
Because there is joy,
playfulness, and fun,
There is the possibility of
peace and the search for the great contentment,
Understanding and
appreciation.
Never to forget, the
immortal ignorance
That gives doubt to the
truth:
Selfishness, neglect,
prejudice and hate.
Ah, but love, the arrow of
cupid,
The finest of elixirs,
Sweet nectar of life,
And that which seeds the
fruits of our family.
Yes, love—our deepest
attachment, greatest bond—
Our contract with our
species;
Blinding us with amazing
beauty,
Binding us with our beloved.
Our hope.
Incur the risk and let’s
swim in this sea of love;
What choice do we have?
We drown together or swim to
distant shores;
All living carries with it a
risk.
Together, then, let us swim
or sink,
Within the vast sea of love,
ocean of samsara.