Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Senju Kannon

Senju Kannon, thousand-armed Avalokiteshvara
Mineko san was telling me the other day that when she was a little girl she used to be afraid of Senju Kannon. The temple was dark and this strange statue looked like a mad insect, a strange spider. And her mother was often telling her: “Senju Kannon knows everything you are doing, she is watching you!...”. I told her that Kannon was unconditional love, accepting all things, that Kannon was living here and now, in all aspects of our life. I wrote this clumsy poem for her...
Water ablaze, so is my body
Dark gem of burning coal
Cries of despair
Voices trapped
In past and future

In the midst of this
It sits and stands

Hands, contemplation
Heart, compassion
Arms, action

Ten thousand forms
Expressed in one pearl
One pearl displaying
The ten thousand glows

Lotus on a sea of fire
The body of Kannon
Face of the faceless
Voice of the voiceless
Is but this moment
Nothing but this


Blogger oxeye said...

Pierre, That was very good. Are these new poems?

8:30 AM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

Thank you Oxeye. Yes. written just a few hours ago. I revere this form more than others, maybe because of Ryokan, Issan Dorsey, my stupid life, I don't know. I see Kannon as the body of the timeless now, getting up, brushing teeth, taking one's car or taking the train...each action is Kannon itself.Impermanence is Buddha.

11:34 AM  

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