They have cried. They have rent and ripped their world. They have tossed their temple to the dust. They have branded every limb with inked signs, but they cannot pray, and they cannot find you...inside.
Compassionate Avolokitesvara...
They writhe and ring about in wrath. They'd sooner fain to pass away...than bow. Their 'child' is mad, breaking everything, of unconsoled unsympathetic mean, for shaping them...or bearing them at all.
Avolokitesvara...
Is it any peace to them, remaining in this way, unto each day...to beauty cursed. that cannot give or understand a gift? Is it wiser then, to let them have their way...and end? I wonder.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming,New Mexico
Art: Celestial Bodhisatva, Avalokiteśvara is a bodhisattva who embodies the compassion of all Buddhas. This bodhisattva is variably depicted, described and is portrayed in different cultures as either female or male. Source: Wikipedia
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