Kuan Yin Poem

[richard meyers]

She is there still
By water and by rock
By root and branch
By the turbulent road
I hold this close with deep
Knowing and vestiges
of doubt
Amid agitation
and the slant attack
of blinding hail:
faith
calm
safety
peace
awe
uncertainty
grief
All my fear -
of drowning
being buried alive
alone without you close
Despite all this
She is there still
with overflowing hands
shells numerous
leaves and flowers
soil particles
sheaves of wheat
light amphora
sweet jazz..
I descend the tree
shirt full of plump
scrumped apples
red faced farmer
in hot pursuit
I bite into a red and gold one
as I run - a fresh and cold one
That was then -
wings that long ago
dissolved unfurl again
Mantra a banner of gold
Namo Kuan Shi Yin Po Sat

[Ben Ross]

Thank you for this poem. I love the sense I get of abundance meeting every feeling of lack and longing. I love the lines "She is there still/ with overflowing hands/ shells numerous/ leaves and flowers/ soil particles/ sheaves of wheat/ light amphora/ sweet jazz." Beautiful and awakening! Namo Kuan Shi Yin Po Sat!