Anne Allanketner
poetry that evokes the sacred and authentic voice of the deep self
poems musically enhanced by Ron Gordon
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Quan Yin and the Lily
The flower is tender.
She quivers with life and death
in the morning light of fleeting
Time.
Her petals pulse with a
passionate color and vibrate
orgasmically on her silky,
flexible green stem.
She feeds on Eternal Earth
and lifts herself so briefly to
wrap her dazzling face, lips, hands
into sky.
Her passionate nature can collapse
in sorrow or loss or fear.
Even a bruise of touch sends her
limp and ended to the arms of Earth,
Her Mother.
She must begin again daily.
This work is only partially described
as photosynthesis.
The drawing up of hope from
unseen sources.
The magical fabrication of color
splashed out into the world of
human eyes…
The sacrifice and gift of all she has
cast towards us in a wild surrender
to death, to love.
She is friendly with Quan Yin,
the sturdy enduring force that steps
delicately between lifetimes
to keep the conversation going.
Quan Yin holds the flower in dearest regard
and you should, too.
When earthly self mourns or fears…
hold her most tenderly.
Quan Yin holds the flower in dearest
regard and you should, too.
When earthly self mourns or fears…
hold her most tenderly.
Inhale the exquisite odor
of her phosphorescent
Gift.
Never fear her or
push her aside.
Rock her in your arms
and hum.
Draw Quan Yin into yourself
and comfort her.
When they come together,
the reason we are here
has been accomplished.
The husband holds
the mourning wife.
The wife holds
the husband’s fears.
They both hold the moment
of collapse,
before the wild leap is possible.
We are not waiting for this to be over.
The movement of Quan Yin
towards the flower
is what keeps the galaxies dancing.
It powers the beautiful fragile illusion
of sun and moon, morning and night.
You can be part of it,
anytime you want to.
Hold the tender bruised
person to your left
and soulfully, gently, tenderly
Dance.
