Unready Yet (Poem)

No grief over the knowledge

That I’ve never seen my own face,

Only relief.

These images from different mirrors

Glittering back at me

In shop windows, photographs, and even a painting

Are mere appearances.

Likewise, one of my teachers suggested

That altars only have an bare space resting

Where the buddha would be.

On my altar I have placed a statue of Chenrezig,

The bodhisattva of compassion.

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