A thousand Golden Buddhas

I walk through a grey path, to a field of a thousand Golden Buddhas, each one a friend forgotten. At entrance, where I greet the goddess of mercy, I pass into the open hall. I sit and wonder. Is it Amitabha, Avalokiteshvara, or the open space I see? Eyes closed, eyes open, I see.

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