Mr. Altig’s Overview of the Wonderful Dharma of the Lotus Sutra

In the hush of the later age,
where neon nights and headlines rage,
a quiet vow crosses the sky:
Keep the Sutra, let none deny.

Copy each character, slow and true,
one Buddha born in every blue.
Ink becomes breath, breath becomes light,
pages ignite the hidden sight.

Read aloud till walls dissolve,
recite until the heart resolves.
Each sound a shrine, each word a flame,
the Dharma and the reader, the same.

Remember deep where memory fades,
Samantabhadra’s hand pervades.
Forget a line? He leans near,
whispers the verse for your inner ear.

Act it out where sorrows crowd,
turn the street into sacred ground.
Kindness given, courage shown—
the Sutra walks in flesh and bone.

For self and world are not apart,
one pulse of wisdom, one beating heart.
In saving others, the self is freed;
in every gift, the seed of the deed.

So lift your voice in the burning years,
beyond all doubt, beyond all fears.
The eternal Buddha stands revealed
where compassion turns the cosmic wheel.