Chenrezig

Chenrezig, there,
the brightest jewels –

A lion wrapped in blankets
A lotus lost in trumpets
And for those who can feel –
The great wombs of the wheel

A thousand silent arms all around those thousand cold minds
in this deathless blue chamber with a thousand naked mirrors

And when it rains,
Remember the eyes,
Watching you, watching…
Pure,
and still…