I wrote this poem with inspiration from Kuan Yin in mind... Goddess Kuan Yin's compassionate heart moved her to stay behind, here on Earth, rather than accepting Buddha-hood. She will remain here, she said, until the end of suffering of all beings arrives, and until we all reach enlightenment. Bridge Maker For Kuan Yin Once upon a time there was a woman who loved with all her heart. She even loved her mud filled fingernails, the soreness of them that she bore. Life sometimes got dirty, but she built bridges anyway. Sometimes when hammering the nails while aligning the planks of wood she’d strike her fingers by accident, shout out, jump into a, “I hurt myself,” dance, then laugh and return to building. Sometimes we hurt ourselves, especially when trying to help others. Tis the role we women sometimes play. But she learned to step aside away from pounding her fingers, and continued to build. She looked back, saw...
Women's Spiritual Poetry