The world, as we know it,
Stands upon a great flood of suffering and misery,
In the unfathomable darkness of ignorance;
How could the art of saving (loving) it, indeed,
Fail to be irreproachable?
Such inexhaustibly merciful love in the Fully Wakeful,
Is blameless and perfectly transcendent.
Ordinarily, mundane love is made of the stuff of craving.
Even the love of those who dwell in mundane compassion –
Saints, philanthropists, recluses, disciples, charismatics et al –
Is still largely mundane.
But the unconditional love of the perfectly Awakened
Is made of the stuff of pure compassion,
And is both irreproachable and transcendent of all.