Thursday, January 13, 2011

阿弥陀 (Amitabha) (poem circa 1995)

     Standing in the fog
     A stone Kshtigarbha, waiting to protect.

     In the gloom of the darkest night
     A dimly glowing soul-flame
     Of one who recently died.

     Floating purple and blue heads of ghosts
     One of which makes a gesture for silence;
     Bringing to memory, realms
     Of beasts, starvation and hell.

     Further along, a towering body
     And further on, a beautiful diamond statue
     Of Mother Prajnaparamita.

     Suddenly, out of absolute Nowhere
     An appearance of Amitabha Buddha.

     Nam Amida Butsu
     Nam Amida Butsu
     Nam Amida Butsu