om chenrezig

om chenrezig

what lights here is only a ferocious determination

and no matter

how many times you tell me that my heart doesn't matter my heart is the king of the universe

and i can't say it in a few words what these chords what these puissant imperatives nail on my door

and yet there you seem extinguished in a flood of not here

and no more eloquence remains just don't go just stay

and it's the stupid western disease of my youth that i only yearn to speak as sounds fall from my own mouth

i see the world in complete performances and nothing so destroys my now than the interrupted disease of finis

and i only have this time around chenrezig my angel of meaning speak say what remains

open your thousand arms of healing and heal every one of my lost inspirations

for every other ghost of faith one could summon i present me and all time at your door

if words and signs were ever made of meaning then i summon your supreme power and if you were ever an angel at all then i call on your bottomless goodness without fear of disrespecting for well you know my heart

for who among feeling persons might you find one who would deny the endless train of mothers and friends for a few more moments more in loss we are all one angel being supplicant at your cushioning caress

so angel, never deny, us at all for our blindness but splay your compassion on all beings without thought

and by your supreme power of seeing shore up loss forever in your honey-soft touch

please lama