(Poem) Compassion goddess hears the cries of the world and descends to help those in need by Donna Snyder

My friend Flame caused me to recollect this poem, published in 2012 in Return to Mago, and previously published in my chap, I Am South, released in 2010 by Virgogray Press. Virgogray will be publishing a perfect bound second edition of I Am South in the next few weeks.

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I came here on the back of an extinct crane
Its slender neck
Wings fierce and gilded with the feathers of the north wind
I heard the needs of the people and the tormented world
I fled the other place and came to the border of here and there
Don’t measure my strength by the standards of your own desires
Do not judge my beauty by the light of the eyes you behold when you look into the obsidian mirror
Plumb my darkness and encounter your own illumination
Herald my compassion and celebrate the outrage in my heart
Look me in the face and dare to see me
Now sorrowful
Now ashiver with ecstasy
You may be blinded by the stars about my head
Twist my hair into a knot and bind me to your fate
You may be blinded
But I will not look away
There is no existence without the “I”
There…

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