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| Her mind is virtue, perfected. Her body is wisdom, perfected. Her face is bathed in Holy Light. She is Compassion itself. Her orchid heart delights in Mercy. No matter what evils we face, No matter what beasts or demons, No matter what ill fortune or disease, No matter even if we face death, Kuan Yin destroys them all With her Compassionate glance, With her perfected soul. She is infinitely blessed. Let us bow to her in prayer. If I were adrift upon the ocean With demons and dragons all around, I would think of sweet Kuan Yin And the hungry waters would subside. If I were trapped within a furnace As hot as hell's own blazes, I would think of Kuan Yin's power, And the flames would turn to water. If enemies pursued me, if I were thrown From a high mountain peak, If knives were raised against me, If I were imprisoned or beset by beasts, I would call on her. Her pity shields me from the lightning. Her Compassion is like a cloud around me, Which rains down sweetness and Puts out the fires of my sorrow. Her very name is powerful As thunder on the ocean. Call it often, pray to her often, For there is none like her in this world! |
| Please note - I have no idea who wrote this lovely piece so if you know the author's name please email me, so I can give him/her due credit. Thanks, Isisdownunder |