Immutable

Amitabha Buddha gives us ground to stand on
In a shifting world where nothing lasts.
We bring him to mind again and again
Amidst all of these fears of frailty in this life
And with our final end
Ever threatening.
Even in downtrodden times,
We can pour Amitabha into our minds
And let those hurtful thoughts float away
Like drowned flies,
Their little corpses on the surface, spinning and spinning
Away
Away
Away