Gee, someone still remembers me....
The carver, hearing Sho Kannon's voice (Kyoto, 11000 CE):
His voice was the softest, sweetest
I ever heard, like the
warm oil with poppy juice
Mama used to pour into
my raging ear ache as a child:
it took the pain away,
and filled me with floating
happiness.
At the same time,
tiny threads of lightning
from some natural force I cannot name
filled the room
and lodged in my heart.