Ride

The distance to enlightenment, by our own efforts, Is too far to go. We have to find a ride If we want to get there at all. Now Amitabha has pulled up alongside us, The power of his kindness ready to carry us along, If we, but, take up the habit of calling his...

Take My Hand

With the helplessness of a sailor who, in the heat of battle, Watches as his sister ship steadily sinks, In the same way, I see you take the hits of what life has fired at you. I watch you drift in hopelessness And must look away as you roll over and sink into...

The Great Relief

With little wisdom of my own And only a smidgeon of compassion, I am a pretty poor candidate for enlightenment. Yet, I don’t have to worry about what happens after my death. My birth in the Pure Land is all taken care of by Amitabha. So I kind of skip as I walk...

Mustang

In the same way in which a wild western mustang flees At the scent of a man, So we bolt out of this life when we die. Crazed in our release from physical form, Our karmic winds blow us forward In directions we cannot control. There is the bad we must face And the...

Amitabha is with Me

I carry Amitabha Buddha around with me. Above my head, In gold, He has an aura Which holds me, Guides and protects me. He’s in my heart In red, His light pulsing through me As little glowing Buddhas, Flowing from heart to mind And back again. His presence brings a...