Mayday, Mayday, Going Down

I am a shot up bomber plane Heading for home. Battered by life I steer toward Sukhavati. Wheels won’t come down So it’ll be a belly landing for me On the bomb bay doors. The unspent bombs of my despair Jiggle in their frames As I lose altitude.. The smoke from the...

Oh, My Doubt

I wish I had visionary verification of your existence, It would quench the thirst of my doubt. My faith is strong, you know it is. My voice saying your name Is familiar to you. But the karma of the culture In which I was raised Casts deep doubts on the existence Of...

On Having Visions of Amitabha

In this life, it is as if I am facing a wall Made of all the dust which has covered my eyes Lifetime after lifetime. These particles of passions, hatreds and fixations, Keep me from seeing all that is sacred and holy. Amitabha Buddha, I know you are on the other side...

Upstream to Enlightenment

As salmon swimming upstream, we go and go Trying to push our spiritual lives forward. Yet almost none of us have the power to jump The biggest waterfall, to break through to our enlightenment. So we dilly dally in this pool of human society, Building things that...