Kuan Shi Yin

Willow branch

Unrepelled by tears,

Bowing low,

Touching the river's

Changing scars,

Name hovering

Like spice from joss

Sticks, you standing

In leaf-lit timber,

Early spring,

Poised on one foot - -

Balanced yogic

Perfection - - you:

Arrow-quiver

Mounting a golden

Lion, hands two

Lotuses, mouth to kiss

The running sores

Of the afflicted,

Supernova-heart,

Death-immune

And riding bareback

The dragon of human

Passions, tipping

Your elixir vase.

By: Jason Ranek