Sunrise cherry blossom petals
swirl and dance at the compassionate,
adorable feet of the Goddess Kuan Yin
Smiling temples hang like lanterns
from dragon faced cliffs
drifting gently through
pastel terraced clouds
"Merciful Mother
how do we dare to
measure the immeasurable
or calibrate the infinite?
Mortal minds cannot
calculate what is
divinely incomprehensible."
Emerald eyes flash in the
mesmerizing, stormy mist
of Maya
Quan Yin's snow lily hands
wipe away our suffering
soothe our furrowed, fevered brows
Her words fall into pining hearts:
"The body is a temple
you are a projection of love.
Love the Earth, love the air
love the water, love the fire.
Love the part of self that is of the ethers."
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
Sunrise cherry blossom petals
swirl and dance at the compassionate,
adorable feet of the Goddess Kuan Yin
Smiling temples hang like lanterns
from dragon faced cliffs
drifting gently through
pastel terraced clouds
"Merciful Mother
how do we dare to
measure the immeasurable
or calibrate the infinite?
Mortal minds cannot
calculate what is
divinely incomprehensible."
Emerald eyes flash in the
mesmerizing, stormy mist
of Maya
Quan Yin's snow lily hands
wipe away our suffering
soothe our furrowed, fevered brows
Her words fall into pining hearts:
"The body is a temple
you are a projection of love.
Love the Earth, love the air
love the water, love the fire.
Love the part of self that is of the ethers."
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