Beholden to neither
Form nor void,
They manifest
As maidens
And devas,
And brahmins
And crones.
Having gone
Beyond to suchness,
They arrive
As such.
The One
Whose love
Provides refuge,
Gives solace,
And brings ease.
And whose power,
Shatters swords,
Shakes the Earth,
And chokes hellfire.
The Lord who looks
Upon the world.
The Goddess
Who hears our cries.
The Mahasattva
Who brings the many
To the Other Shore
of Sukhavati.
To you I bow low.
–
Namo Quan Shi Yin Bosat
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