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Poems
Christopher Leibow
Oct 2017
i
there….
in the wind….
now in the falling
rain….
calling
calling us home…
Namu Amida Butsu
ii
Just as I am,
right now
floating in an ocean of light –
the Great Compassion carries me across,
– Namu Amida Butsu
iii
” Chanting “Namu Amida Butsu,” which translates as “I entrust myself to the Buddha of Infinite Light and Life,” is not a form of petitionary prayer or mantra. It is a means of communication between a relative being or consciousness and the Buddha deep within. When I chant, there is the expression of Namu Amida Butsu not only from this side, but also from the side of the Buddha. “ T. UNNO
My mouth,
Amida’s breath.
Namandab,
Namandab,
Namandab.
IV
From the West
calling me home
my true self –
V.
Blinded by
passions , I
complain out
loud in
the darkness
of my own
making,
not noticing
the one
guiding
the boat
to the Other
shore, not
hearing
in the light
namu amida butsu
vi.
The Voiceless voice;
she calls out from within,
with these lips
& this breath.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
Astonished
even as I am,
the Buddha
& I are one.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
vii.
My blind self
pierced by Amida’s light
illuminated and dissolved
into the great ocean of compassion
into the Oneness of life –
Palms together, embraced
just as I am.
Each step with the Buddha,
my truest self, my Amida self –
the deep flow of the oneness of realty –
all beings one with me,
palms together
and bowing,
“namu amida butsu,”
“namu amida butsu,”
embraced just as I am.
there….
in the wind….
now in the falling
rain….
calling
calling us home…
Namu Amida Butsu
ii
Just as I am,
right now
floating in an ocean of light –
the Great Compassion carries me across,
– Namu Amida Butsu
iii
” Chanting “Namu Amida Butsu,” which translates as “I entrust myself to the Buddha of Infinite Light and Life,” is not a form of petitionary prayer or mantra. It is a means of communication between a relative being or consciousness and the Buddha deep within. When I chant, there is the expression of Namu Amida Butsu not only from this side, but also from the side of the Buddha. “ T. UNNO
My mouth,
Amida’s breath.
Namandab,
Namandab,
Namandab.
IV
From the West
calling me home
my true self –
V.
Blinded by
passions , I
complain out
loud in
the darkness
of my own
making,
not noticing
the one
guiding
the boat
to the Other
shore, not
hearing
in the light
namu amida butsu
vi.
The Voiceless voice;
she calls out from within,
with these lips
& this breath.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
Astonished
even as I am,
the Buddha
& I are one.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
vii.
My blind self
pierced by Amida’s light
illuminated and dissolved
into the great ocean of compassion
into the Oneness of life –
Palms together, embraced
just as I am.
Each step with the Buddha,
my truest self, my Amida self –
the deep flow of the oneness of realty –
all beings one with me,
palms together
and bowing,
“namu amida butsu,”
“namu amida butsu,”
embraced just as I am.
Kobu Sagiyama May 2019
Nembutsu Piper
Kobu Sagiyama
May 2019
For though we might,
We cannot fight the wind;
Try as we may,
The mist eludes our grasp;
Shadows defy our clutches,
Rainclouds form,
The sun and moon rise and set
Despite our will;
Controlling nothing,
Still we do not see,
And frame our lives with an order
That is illusion,
Timetables and inventories
Of ignorance;
Labels and times and convenience
We set in stone that crumbles
Like sand before the winds
Of Impermanence;
Change is the symphony,
And fluid the score
Of this dharmakayic waltz,
And though we dance
We fancy ourselves but
Onlookers to the show;
That when the crashing finale
Resounds -- as it must --
We stop our ears and wail;
Not seeing, deaf to the choir
That has but turned the page
To sing a new song;
Our own melody ended,
We fade only to be played anew
From the string of another bow;
The song goes on, rising, falling,
And Bliss is the one
Who follows as the Piper leads
With Namu Amida Butsu.
We cannot fight the wind;
Try as we may,
The mist eludes our grasp;
Shadows defy our clutches,
Rainclouds form,
The sun and moon rise and set
Despite our will;
Controlling nothing,
Still we do not see,
And frame our lives with an order
That is illusion,
Timetables and inventories
Of ignorance;
Labels and times and convenience
We set in stone that crumbles
Like sand before the winds
Of Impermanence;
Change is the symphony,
And fluid the score
Of this dharmakayic waltz,
And though we dance
We fancy ourselves but
Onlookers to the show;
That when the crashing finale
Resounds -- as it must --
We stop our ears and wail;
Not seeing, deaf to the choir
That has but turned the page
To sing a new song;
Our own melody ended,
We fade only to be played anew
From the string of another bow;
The song goes on, rising, falling,
And Bliss is the one
Who follows as the Piper leads
With Namu Amida Butsu.
A Pure Land Buddhist poem.
Martin Mikelberg
Aug 2020
shazam
amida
dancing
amida
dancing
after a shower and reading Modern Haiku, Amida spoke to me and danced.
My 82nd year, 3 to the 4th power plus one, and I am alive.
My 82nd year, 3 to the 4th power plus one, and I am alive.