Guanyin (Day 24)


The bodhisattva on the second floor
Crosses her legs with teenage nonchalance.
She does not twist in lotus, full or half,
Rests right foot on left knee, and, comfortable, rides –
A lion?
Startled, I look anew.
A sofa, surely, or a plumped-up cushion.
Lion, all snarl and barely bridled menace.
Her tiny servitor is maybe anxious,
But she, serene, clasps knee in hands,
Hint of a smile –
Calmly, with compassion,
Observing the cries of the world.


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