BODHISATTVAS HAVE NUMINOUS EYES

There’s light in their black eyes,

the glow of a 5-carat diamond.

Radiant, a carnival of falling stars.

Everybody wants to be a friend.

Voices sing.

They don’t walk, they dance.

They see past, present, and future.

Snow melts when they are near.

Living flowers,

their presence brings delight

as if nothing else matters,

but it always does somehow.