Kuan Yin
Of all the buddhas I love best the girl
who will not leave the cycle of pain before anyone else.
It is not the captain declining to be saved
on the sinking ship, who may just want to ride his shame
out of sight. She is at the brink of never being hurt again
but pauses to say, All of us. Every lade of grass.
She chooses to live in the tumble of souls through time.
Perhaps she sees spring in every country,
talks quietly with farm women while helping to lay seed.
Our hearts are a storm she trembles at. I picture her
leaning on a tree humming or joining a vollyball game
on Santa Monica beach. Her skin shines with sweat.
The others may not notice what she does to them.
She is not a fish or a bee; it is not pity or thirst;
she could go, but here she is.
Laura Fargas
Happy womens day! Love the video and music. Hope you have a great day.
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