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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

You as Quan Yin

You, beyond your means

to know,

awakened to the mother river

from within.

Ascent in all directions

is your loving invitation.

Your involuntary drawnness

beckons your every feeling.

Distant familiarities

as soft as rose petals

plead for deeper clarity

and reunite within you.

Strong past life memories

embrace raptures of spirit

previously dense

but now revealed,

that you knew

but did not recognize

as one within thee.

Your fullness of being

watches over all

in a timeless wash

beyond their dreams

by what is

the scrub of your life.

It peals away

to moisten as you’re light.

All of your inner motion

becomes a reverent ocean,

swept of declaration

as inner immersions

of deeper values

coming through as lightness

from within your gaze.

Your surrender

is now an expansiveness

without regret or limitation.

The mind as escort

gives way to your being

fully alive and far aware.

What is the dialogue

of contrite and humble

forthcoming,

gives way to the purity

of an ever-flow

as your radiance unjustified.

For love given

without intention

in mindful or emotional ways

becomes your aspect

of Quan Yin

that you manifest!

For behind the self

as sovereignty,

no better hands

to share the sacred touch.

And as the humble advocate

dressed in worthy cause,

empathy as your whisper,

over opinion as acid rain.

You are the enemy

of others’ isolation.

It is rightly so
for you to share
your commonness of cause

for your campfire

is an intimacy

of soul to soul.

Remember for yourself

all those times

when you were ablaze

with reason and circumstance.

You, as a little David,

heart felt as promised

for a way

to let no soul go unnoticed

or unaccounted for.

For along your path,

this journey of yours

is a blessing to all,

you encounter,

unrequited of fanfare

or fairness in deed.

Can you taste

what you provide?

Can others sip

from this

your communing pool?

For we are essentially

all the same dream . . .

I knew you’d find yourself

there

as you have found others.

And as your means,

always to hearken

someone else

as your heartbeat . . .

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