Kwan Yin

I cry the rising ocean in compassion.

My rivulets of years

carve mountains.

I Am the pouring rain,

My tears a waterfall.

Polution has made My eyes red.

Right action and respect

are all I want to see.

Tsunami surges

My explosion of emotion.

You are mostly water,

tidal, cyclic, deep,

attuned

to My amniotic,

fluid, lunar changing.

You are alien to locking up

and tying down.

How to defuse

this dangerous confusion?

Refuse to let your spark go out!

With the sword of discernment

wielded by compassion,

snip the fuse of fear.

Blow again with the power of thanks

the bubble of respect

that every breath renews.

I cry to try to wash away your fears.

A new era nears.

Rainbow hope re-appears.

Let your ancient knowing

release in healing flowing:

crown chakhra lotus,

blessing flowering,

beauty showering.

I urge the well-spring courage to Be!

Open again to Me!

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She has brought us safe

through eons with delight.

Now a spark of light,

She guides us among landmines

of mindlessness, of heartlessness,

with Her heart of star.

Her Love is the fixed North Star,

the Morning star reborn,

showing the way back

to our whumban home,

Her star within.

Her wisdom is its own mirror and shadow,

transcending form.

Lady of Peace, Beautiful One!

Bathe us gently with Your cleansing tears.

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(Once i was beautiful, but no more.

Beauty has left me, shut Her door.

Give me a simpler task!)

“Beauty is all I ask.”

She is at peace in Her skin,

flowing compassion, knowing, wise.

Open to the Source, She sits at ease,

Her voice a breeze.

“Beauty is all i ask of you.”

(I want to thank You.

Help me please to do my duty.)

She sounds like trees.

“Beauty is all I ask: be new!”

Inside the amethyst geode of my heart,

I bathe in Kwan Yin's waterfall of tears.

"Beauty is what you are, and all you have,"

She tells me, "all I ask of you: be true."

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018