I dunno why this koan holds you.
I dunno where the blood flows.
I dunno when we trade our eyes for ashes.
I dunno but my love knows.
There is a bridge in open country.
There is a wide and open goal.
There is a muddy rooted flower.
How do we learn what love knows?
I'll admit I've been holding tightly.
I'll admit it's been so long.
I'll admit that I would trade my love for ashes,
but my heart would be singing along.