Terza Rima Pure Land Poem

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We are mired in a dark quagmire
Of cruel and murky quicksand, 
We dance no more to Kama’s lyre,

And vow for the Western Pure Land,
The eternal dawn of blissful Bodhi!
Arising by Amida’s hand,

A place of serene Samadhi,
Mani Jewels and Way Places,
And the most soothing purity,

Golden roads and glowing palaces, 
Purple robes and rows of jade trees,
All wrought by His Great Promises!

Lotus ponds of lasting respite for you and me,
And for all who from sin and iniquity leave!

 

Poem and post released into Public Domain

Recommended Public Domain Resources:

Beagle Meets Amita

Archive.org Free Pdf version download

Last Rites of Amitabha

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Twilight in Paradise: Eastern Version of the Inferno

Life’s Foggy Path

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Oh life, your path is foggy
And every step so groggy,
We are lost in a daze,
Drifting in mist and haze!

We glide through the years
Filled with hopes and fears,
We wander without direction
In mazes leading to perdition,

Whence we came from,
We never care to know,
Where we are going,
We ruin by our foolish doing,

Like greedy flies we fly,
Guided by ire and desire,
Away from the warm respite
Of Dharma’s bright light!

Comment:

The inspiration for this poem came from the two illustrations above (from the Eastern version of the Inferno) which depicts the solid bridges (of gold, jade, silver, stone) crossed by virtuous souls on their way to a good rebirth (top picture), and the treacherous and foggy wooden bridge for those who have accumulated no merits but plenty of sin.

Moreover, another inspiration was the following passage:

“At that time, Earth Store Bodhisattva Mahasattva said to the Buddha, “World Honored One, I see that every single movement or stirring of thought on the part of beings of Jambudvipa is an offense. Beings tend to use up any wholesome benefits they accrue, and many of them end up retreating from their initial resolve. If they encounter evil conditions, they magnify them with every thought. They are like people trying to carry heavy rocks while walking through mud. Each step becomes more difficult and the rocks more cumbersome as their feet sink deeper. If they meet a mentor, he may be strong enough to lighten or even totally remove their burdens. Helping them thus, the mentor will then advise them to stay on solid ground and be mindful never to go back into that treacherous path.”

Source: Chp. 7 of Earth Store Sutra

Note: Chp. 7 of the Earth Store Sutra is a short but extremely important chapter that explains the process of dying, the 49 day grace period, and rebirth. I strongly recommend everyone familiarize themselves with it. 

For more info on managing death and rebirth, please read my Free and Public Domain translation of the Last Rites of Amitabha and my article Beagle Meets Amitabha:

PDF Download:last-rites-of-amitabha

Archive.org Version (Kindle, Pdf, Daisy…)

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Lamentations of a Slow Learning Sinner

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If only I hadn’t been a phoney,
If only I wasn’t so ornery,
If only I had lived more holy,
Maybe I wouldn’t now be so lonely,
And abandoned to infamy.

If only I were not so haughty,
Not so quick and eager to demean,
If only I hadn’t sneered so gloatingly,
Perhaps I wouldn’t have been
So coldly betrayed by my cronies,
And reduced to such lowly misery.

And if only I did not so boldly
Lust after that slender trophy,
I wouldn’t now be a bereft nobody,
Deprived of my loyal humble wife—
The only one ever true to me
In my entire life………

Now I know……..if only I had just…..
……….just……….just……………..
I wouldn’t be …..be drifting in regret

Today!

Poem released into Public Domain

Inspiration:

The inspiration for this poem is the above picture from the Eastern depiction of Hell , where one of the punishments for those who have spent their whole lives attached to impermanent temporal pleasures and affairs is to be made to watch the assets and wealth they have accumulated in life scatter in the course of impermanence after their deaths. Their anguish is their regret for not having been a better person and accumulated surplus merits and blessings for themselves and their still living wives and children.