Kuan Yin ~ Goddess Of Mercy

A statue of Isis nursing her son, housed in the  Louvre The Queen of Heaven is a never ending presence in the pantheon of the G-d's. Or She is a never ending mythological figure created to answer the human need for a feminine presence. Or ...? I am not here to proselytize nor ridicule  I am here to simply point out the reality that throughout humanities story the Divine has eventually always come to include the Feminine. Today the Roman Catholic Church has 'Mary the Queen of Heaven'. Ancient Judaism had Ashira. Egypt had Isis.  Chinese Buddhism of many denominations has Kuan Yin. It seems to me that there is an inherent need to honour the Feminine. I am sure that there are many reasons for this need. But all I know at this time is that when I try to bring my personality into balance I find a need to become a nurturer. To tend a garden, to offer praise and assistance, to encourage and sustain people who are in trouble. To become in some way what Western Society has

Buddha and the gods speak the highest truth in oracles, The stupid man lies and turns his back on it all - Dear Reader: I beg you to go the whole way with this ... There's no time left to hope for better things.

To try to rein in a flogged horse is too late, To be half burnt-out alive, with the other half dead - It's like having the whole house on fire around you, The summer rains will come and dissolve it all to mud.

I ask you to look at your business slowly and carefully, It's not a good idea to be lazy - it's provocative ... It's like when a handful of birds are caught in a snare, They have to learn to see the subtleties of the trap.

A candle in the breeze casts flickering shadows, Flurried and blurred they fan out like willow-flowers ... The boy adrift at sea pleads to be picked up - Just learn to be true to yourself, like a raft on the water.

The precious pagoda: there's no need to keep searching - It refracts its multifaceted light in every direction ... The sage says: be willing to work, pray, and bow down - And if you do, Heaven can bless you with every reward.

To honour your goal you need to work at it every day, And now the lure of wine and thighs is hard to overcome - If you see the true gold, then a wise one will speak for you: Wealth, good luck, happiness and a high place are all waiting.

The sage's son doesn't mix with mean-minded people, Their lives aren't clear, they're like a muddied pool - The lute's sound can only be savoured by an adept ... Stay in your calm and you will be able to carry it through.

The fabulous fire-bird's wings are both dripping wet, He makes the opening but even the little birds outdo him - One day the sun will come back and all shall be well ... His plumage will be resplendent like a great king or queen.

From his youth his interest was in means of trading, He had wealth and prosperity he never even touched - He did it himself using his wits to reach his ends, He came out of the masses, and he became Prime Minister.

It's good to be relaxed and go out to the people, Really think about your work - and search for happiness, A great path comes in front of you, and Heaven opens the gate; And then? Do all you can for those who haven't what you have.