The Threefold Crown

A parent’s heart, warm as dawn,
But lacking skill, the path goes wrong.
A teacher’s mind, sharp as flame,
Without compassion, it twists to blame.

A ruler’s hand, strong and sure,
But without wisdom, power is cruel.
Each fragment shines, yet none complete—
The fractured crown leaves souls in need.

But here within this world of pain,
The Buddha walks, the bond remains.
Sovereign, Teacher, Parent true,
One heart of wisdom, love, and rule.

His compassion knows the hidden wound,
His wisdom turns the night to noon,
His vow protects the fragile flame—
No self, no pride, no grasp for gain.

So let us learn this ancient art:
To bind the three within one heart.
Repay the debt, protect, and guide—
With Buddha’s virtues unified.

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