Avalokiteśvara

All these things in my hands
Look at all these things in my hands
I am seated, contemplated
With my many, many things
But then what matter are these things
And what matters but this moment?
So shall I part my fingers and turn my palms
And all these things shall slip and fall to the earth and shatter
And what do they matter?
They are but memories
Dust now scattered
Would I cry for their worthless fragments?
Should my eyes shed precious tears
For their broken bits now swept away?

But what if you then give yourself to me
And I want to receive you in these empty hands
And feel the sensation of your touch rippling
Through five thousand finger tips?
If I could take you, could I keep you in my hands
Making sure you don’t shatter
Or would they turn again and would you too slip though?
Would I break you?

And look, so many eyes
My many, many eyes
Would even one of them even cry?

November 2009 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on November 6, 2009.