Compassion is…

     The glory that is Buddha’s ecstasy;
     
     Meditation that is not fashion or habit;
     
     The end of delight and hurt;
     
     The end of ambition;
     
     The living truth of mental and emotional subtlety,
     
     Encompassing good and evil;
     
     The beginning of cooperation;
     
     The end of you and me
     
     And the madness of striving, driving for perfection;
     
     Unsentimental, diamond hard yet feather light;
     
     Of no value to itself, cannot be bought or sold;
     
     Free from the beginning, the unknown,
     
     Un-thought of, acting in the everyday;
     
     Mother to all beings.
     
     
     
     Alone and independent, not waiting

     For my perfection, goodwill, compassion or understanding,
 
     For this one aging, balding, babbling,
     
     Vain, ambitious soul…
     
     
     
     Compassion already is.