Expectations, voiced or not
Innocence lost, innocence gained
How close is too close, how much is too much?
Not understanding, understanding
Different worlds, same world
Why do I want to be angry?
Glorious and amazing
Guan Yin (Kannon in Japanese) , Bodhisattva of compassion, in female form. The male form was originally named Avolikiteshvara. She is the “hearer;” she hears the cries of all suffering, and will go down to the pits of hell gladly when she is called.
After 41 years of marriage to a woman I love, that’s about the only way I can understand it or express it, with poetry. And I rarely write poetry.
I doubt this is gender specific or sexual orientation specific from what I can see. And there are many relationships that are long-term and loving that I imagine do not encompass many of these things. This is simply what spilled out of me about my 44 years of a committed relationship with a woman I love as best as I know how.
I’ll come up with other poems about other relationships.
The real point is that I suspect there is something very deep and profound that these impressions of my life in love and in marriage circle around, that even the most solid day-to-day love can only approach or maybe only dimly reflect as long as egos and agendas are involved:
A love beyond conditioning and expectations.
I think that is the flavor of Xin, the heart of Mind, the taste of existence.
And it doesn’t get old.