Blessing









Karmapa
The 17th
Like visiting Santa
Tears welled
But why
A sense
Being called
By the sound of his name
Head down
A quick touch
I leave
Blasted open
With infinite space
More Tears
Crying humility
Down the hall he goes
Glansing back
Perhaps equally puzzled
At those who came home
Bowing deep
Incarnated
Enlightenment

1 comment:

Annie said...

From your post I gather that you have been touched (figuratively or literally) by the contemporary lama.
I know little to nothing about buddhism but I looked up the meaning of karmapa.

The picture is very intriguing - swirling persons? flames? something else?