Quan Yin

Safely; falling like a leaf drifting on the Autumn breeze.

Silently; like the sun descending into the horizon.

Elegantly; like a swan gliding on a golden mirror pond.

Peaceful; as the cooling calm of a silent Spring night.

With all the care and compassion of the Mother that she is.

With all the beauty of the rising radiant full Moon.

She descended into my heart and nested her home in my soul.

Her smile as refreshing as warm summer rain.

Before my consciousness, before my enlightenment,

She was my Buddha.

Craig (07/03/2013)

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