Thundering sky god, dropping down like lightning into our presence–
Distant, full of anger,
Holder of the deadly fire, snapping the leather belt in your hand,
The rod to enforce your will.
Non-nurturer, unable to feed even yourself,
Requiring much propitiation.

Narcissus with a mirror, loving what you see,
Pining away for some distant land, for accolades–
Wearer of masks, Jovial public faces–
Small, trembling in the storm gale,
Afraid of life, of chances, of mistakes.

Bodhisattva says,
Just another traveler on the Wheel,
Just another trapped soul, nothing more or less.
But down here, I do not have Her perspective.