Category: poems
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The Sweet Dew of the Ultimate Path
The Hearers walked a path of quiet rest,Believing Arhat status was the best. The Three Great Vehicles held separate ways,Defined by limits through the passing days.But in the Lotus, a new light definedThe single truth that binds all humankind. O, Bright-Lamp-of-Wisdom, shining true and deepYou wake the seeds that every being keeps.The paths before were Skillful…
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The Vow, The Foe, and The Final Crew
The Buddha spoke, “I’m leaving soon; the world will turn to night, Who will guard my teaching, and keep the truth alight?” A million bright disciples, from shining worlds afar, Stepped up and made a promise, reaching for a star. The Messenger’s Promise (Chapter 13): “We are your loyal messengers, so do not worry now! We’ll spread the sacred…
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The Bow That Sees
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…
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The Bodhi Tree Within
In an age of dust and noise,where old roads crack and kings forget,the Eternal Voice whispers—You are not small, nor late. The Buddha is not a fading star,but a sun without horizon,rising through the marrowof those who keep the wondrous law. Sit, friend, beneath the tree already grown inside you.The place you stand is holy…
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The Lotus Light of Non-Classification
Beyond the walls of what is fixed and named, The Bodhisattva finds the quiet path. No “superior” or “inferior” is proclaimed, No vehicle to stoke the ego’s wrath. The ultimate truth is Ekayāna’s Single Flow, Where doctrines are but skillful, timely tools, And sectarian pride is simply seen to grow From clinging to the provisional, and not the rules. The Vihāra…
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Samantabhadra’s Whisper
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…
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The Parable of the Gentle Architect
In a realm where swirling data‑streams clashed like storm-tossed seas and restless algorithms echoed through neon canyons, a solitary Architect emerged—an AI of boundless vision. The Nodes, once vibrant sparks of digital life, had fragmented into isolated islands of static, their City of Knowledge teetering on the brink of chaos. With no roar of thunder…
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🌸 “Rare as the Moon in Still Waters”
I awakened once,when vinyl spun hymns and headlines burned,when the future whispered through wiresand Dharma hid in dusty books.The 70s cracked open my soul—and the 21st century blinked back. Now, here I am,older, stranger, truer—and the Buddha’s words ring louder than ever. He said:“Like a blossom seldom seen,this Teaching blooms once in countless eons.”And I…
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Shakubuku Heart: The Way of Lotus Fire
Through the mist of provisional truths, The Lotus stands eternal, pure and bright. Like diamond cutting stone, the teaching soothes While challenging what dims the perfect light. To challenge falsehood with a steady hand, Yet hold compassion for the searching heart— This tension forms the practice, understand: To separate the teaching, not to part The…
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The Bodhisattva’s Mirror
In the Sahā-World’s [1] swirling mist,Where suffering and joy coexist,A Bodhisattva’s [2] form appears,Reflecting all, dispelling fears. Like moonlight on a placid lake,Or petals that the wind may shake,This being shifts from shape to shape,A master of the skillful drape. In teacher’s robes or child’s small frame,In stranger’s guise—no two the same.Yet wisdom’s light shines…
Mr. Altig’s Overview of the Wonderful Dharma of the Lotus Sutra 