Beneath Dunhuang’s caves, where ancient murals breathe,
Samantabhadra rides his six-tusked steed.
White elephant strides, each tusk a Bodhi path—
The Six Perfections bloom where wisdom hath.
His form, a grace of calm, serenely poised,
Robed in light, where sacred story’s voiced.
Six tusks outstretch, like virtues, pure and bright,
Guiding souls from shadow into endless light.
