Divine sweet mother, Beloved Quan - Yin,
Great Goddess of compassion and mercy,
Tenderly beautiful Bodhisttva.
"She who harkens to the cries of the world."
Clutched safe to your breasts the "Waters of Life."
In your vase, you guard so carefully,
You pour forth a stream of healing waters.
All things are blessed with spiritual peace.
You lovingly hold a sheaf of ripe rice,
As a metaphor for fertility,
And hear the anguished cries of all beings,
Seeking the insights of ancient dragons.
The delicate willow branch, a symbol
Of the divine nectar of all mankind.
A dove for fecundity and a scroll
Filled with wisdom, of Dharma and Sutra.
A being of the "bodhi", or knowledge,
Once destined to become a great Buddha,
You have foregone the bliss of Nirvana
With a vow to save all children of God.
Essense of Mahayana Buddhism.
Recognized as " the white robed honored one."
Protectress of women and lost sailors.
Merchants, artisans glorify your name.
Oh beautiful Buddhist Madonna,
Accept these words as my prayer to you:
"I love the Love of God in this my soul."
"And I love the Love of God in all souls."
04/10/01
Amy Riberdy