Amida poems on Hello Poetry

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.

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Kobu Sagiyama May 2019

Nembutsu Piper

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.

A Pure Land Buddhist poem.

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Martin Mikelberg Aug 2020

shazamidancing - a minimal haiku or "ku"

shazam
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.

#amida #shazam

Aditya Roy Feb 2019

Sea Of Scallions

The romance of the yesteryears
Keep the flight of a dance
In the bumblebee synergy
Seems it's all fears
And peas and carrots
Like a stew of yellow lamps and orange shades
The recipe of a direct disaster
Amida the raids
Of a rationed battleground
The war breaks in the sunny west
Where the winter's bright
With the summer it seems
Setting on the night as it's trenchant
Of our near and dears
Peace takes a mind
Of Breed
A pedigree
Of leaks
Terrain is firm
The standing ground is high
With the music low
The yodeling from the south
From my northern seastorm

— The End —