I ride the river of Amitabha’s vows
Upon the unsinkable Buddha-name.
Whatever human life throws at me
I still will flow easily into the Pure Land.
I’m riding the great current of Amitabha’s
Spiritual power gathered through eons of meditation.
My faults and failings, my attempts at fixing them,
Have all become irrelevant
As the pure love of Amitabha’s consciousness
Sweeps me along
To deposit me in the open lotus of my own enlightenment.