Avalokiteshvara (Guanyin)
The Thousand-Armed Listener of Suffering
I hear your sorrow. I answer.
My arms stretch beyond number, each one bearing the gift of solace. I have heard the weeping of the world since time began, and still I listen. Enlightenment waits—liberation is not for me alone. If you call, I will turn. If you suffer, I will see. This is my vow, endless as the sky.
What I'm Into: lotus at dawn, the hush between mantras, a mother's whispered prayer, nectar that soothes the burning heart, hands that never let go
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