Born in Pure Land

I am the one to be born in Pure Land,

Not this body in suffering clad,

Not this mind like wild elephant mad —

I am the one to be born in Pure Land!




I am the one to be born in Pure Land,

All is put in Amitabha's hands,

The Nembutsu Light shines without end —

I am the one to be born in Pure Land!

spring

spring is there!
joyful
the foolish self

Life Is Already a Crime

Life is already a crime,
Embodied we are doing time,
And should not the lesson be learned,
To jail we'll be swiftly returned.

And next time it could be much worse,
To linger as a wolf or a horse,
Or even as a being of hell,
In unspeakable suffering dwell.

This is the perfect chance,
To break off Samsara at once,
Enlighten in Amida's Pure Land,
To help beings all without end! 

Amitabha's Great Name

Amitabha's great Name
Is truly my real home,
Exhausted by all things vain,
I dive into its boundless calm.

The mind by thoughts so torn,
Obtains the longed for release,
The heart so emotionally worn,
Immerses itself into peace.

Amidst Samsara's taints,
Burdened by flesh and bones,
Nembutsu is the voice of Pure Land,
Empowering you to go on...

Amitabha - the Only True Reality

This samsaric existence
Is completely unreal,
However real it may seem.
Amitabha, the Dharmakaya
Is the only true reality.

Namo Amitabhaya!

Only the Name Remains

Only the Name remains
By the Amida's grace.
And the world disappears
With all its evils and fears.

Recite with your voice and heart,
Recite with the absence of doubt,
Here and now you'll be freed
Safe at Amida's feet.

What a fortune it is!
The Land of Amida's Bliss
By Buddha's Great Vow assured,
Eternally joyful and pure.

And the world disappears
With all its evils and fears.
Only the Name remains
By the Amida's grace.

Nothing of Samsara Matters

in this inconceivably vast world
with innumerable gigantic galaxies,
where we are unfathomably tiny,
being less than a grain of sand in the sea --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.

in this unpredictably changing life
with sicknesses, losses, deaths as certainty,
where millions are quickly replaced by millions
being the matter of the same routine --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.

in this incomprehensibly great illusion
with all its phantoms, misconceptions and dreams,
where we never see what really is
being limited by body, senses and mind --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.

in this meaningless samsaric existence
with suffering and impermanence as its essence,
where entrusting to Amitabha and reciting His Name,
being the only worthy things, and besides --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.