Prayers

Quan Yin's Prayer

To those who withhold refuge,

I cradle you in safety at the core of my Being. 

To those that cause a child to cry out,
I grant you the freedom to express your own choked agony. 

To those that inflict terror,
I remind you that you shine with the purity of a thousand suns. 

To those who would confine, suppress, or deny,
I offer the limitless expanse of the sky. 

To those who need to cut, slash, or burn,
I remind you of the invincibility of Spring. 

To those who cling and grasp,
I promise more abundance than you could ever hold onto. 

To those who vent their rage on small children,
I return to you your deepest innocence. 

To those who must frighten into submission,
I hold you in the bosom of your original mother. 

To those who cause agony to others,
I give the gift of free flowing tears. 

To those that deny another's right to be,
I remind you that the angels sang in celebration of you on the day of your
birth. 

To those who see only division and separateness,
I remind you that a part is born only by bisecting a whole. 

For those who have forgotten the tender mercy of a mother's embrace,
I send a gentle breeze to caress your brow. 

To those who still feel somehow incomplete,
I offer the perfect sanctity of this very moment.