Ten thousand winding mountain paths,
These aching feet finally gain their rest.
The ten thousand arms of Kannon grant them succour
For ten thousand more paths require navigation.
The snow has been falling, and now fallen.
That temple now a fading, and faded memory.
But those ten thousand arms still clutched me tight
Long enough for Kannon’s second blessing.
Aching bones nag, and nag
Greying strands illustrate many hazardous crossings.
But there is the loving mother Kannon.
Rest here. Journeys end. Loving embrace.
I will probably come back and edit this. For ten minutes on the fly it ain’t half bad. Wrote a lot about Kannon and Sekiro lately, so both subjects where on my mind.