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

I bow to the wanderer, ragged and worn,
To the scornful eye, to the heart forlorn.
For within your silence, within your pain,
The seed of the Dharma sings its refrain.

I will not call you lazy, nor lost,
For the lotus blooms where the waters are tossed.
Your path may stumble, your steps may fall,
But the One Great Vehicle carries us all.

The pride of my heart—let it fade, let it break,
Like dust in the wind, like foam on the lake.
For to see contempt is to blind my own sight,
To deny that your spirit is clothed in light.

So I bow though the stones may bruise my skin,
So I bow though the shouting drowns within.
For I know what the sutra has written in flame:
All beings, all beings, shall awaken the same.