She who hears the cries of the world. . .

Kannon Bodhisattva—

Invisible and with a light, almost imperceptible touch—

When you’re with me, holding me,

I don’t feel you.


I don’t feel you

Until after you’ve done your work.


Only then I know you’re with me—

Always with me.


Always watching and never sleeping,

So you can sweep in

To work a miracle

When I need saving.


February 3, 2014

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