Quan Yin-in the dark
December 7, 2009
Quan Yin statue
I step up to the altar-greet her dragon; gaze at her face. I light one candle, then another, and mentally rest for a moment, though I am standing. It feels like a perch, spiritually. A place at the end of a quick-light footed staircase, leading to a panorama. I perch there, and muse on my path, and the various threads that intersect with it.
I touch the water around the base of her statue, lift my finger to touch her head lightly, then touch the pearl she holds hand outstretched. To keep her fluid. To keep us flexible.
I feel a kinship with Quan Yin. She embraces and protects me. I trust in her authority. I feel her presence in my actions. I BELIEVE, and am surprised to find that what I just wrote is true. I’m not a lost-soul. I’m not coming off the tail end of some trauma, some earth shattering, soul crippling heartbreak. I simply live as sweetly as I can, and feel the strength of her compassion behind me, and under me, gently encouraging me along, and lifting me up above stark atheism.
I stand there, in the dark, before the sun comes out to blind us all, with two candles, and a thoughtful look, and experience unabashedly, simple <Love>.
Photo credits to-
http://www.lightomega.org/Earth/ANC/images/bsp_two_candles_1088679.jpg
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