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Wishing you a wonderful day!  At some point in this life or another, we have all birthed something - a passion, a great love, a divine being...Happy Mother's Day to us all.
 
Om shanti, Karen

 She Who Hear the Cries of the World
Excerpt from an article written by Christina Feldman in the Shambala Sun
 
"In the first century in northern India, probably in what is now part of Afghanistan, the Lotus Sutra was composed. One of the most powerful texts in the Buddhist tradition, it is a celebration of the liberated heart expressing itself in a powerful and boundless compassion, pervading all corners of the universe, relieving suffering wherever it finds it.
 
When the Lotus Sutra was translated into Chinese, Kuan Yin, the “one who hears the cries of the world,” emerged as an embodiment of compassion that has occupied a central place in Buddhist teaching and practice ever since. Over the centuries Kuan Yin has been portrayed in a variety of forms. At times she is depicted as a feminine presence, face serene, arms outstretched, and eyes open. At times she holds a willow branch, symbolizing her resilience—able to bend in the face of the most fierce storms without being broken. At other times she is portrayed with a thousand arms and hands, each with an open eye in its center, depicting her constant awareness of anguish and her all-embracing responsiveness. Sometimes she takes the form of a warrior armed with a multitude of weapons, embodying the fierce aspect of compassion committed to uprooting the causes of suffering. A protector and guardian, she is fully engaged with life." click here to read the full article
The Mother of Us All
"She who hears the cries of the world
She who hears the cries of the world
 
I, who am the beauty of the green earth
And the white moon among the stars
And the mysteries of the water
 
I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me.
For I am the souls nature that gives life to the universe.
 
From me, all things proceed
And unto me they must return.
 
Let my worship be in the heart that rejoices.
And, behold! All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.
 
Let there be beauty, strength, power and compassion,
Honor and humility
Mirth and reverence within you.
 
And you, who seek to know me,
Know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not,
Unless you know the mystery.
 
For if that which you seek you find not within yourself
You will never find it without.
 
For behold! I have been with you from the beginning
And I am that which is attained at the end of desire.
 
She who hears the cries of the world
She who hears the cries of the world"

Lyrics from Jennifer Berezan's CD, "She Carries Me" Watch and listen to Jennifer performing on YouTube
   
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