To my Master whose kindness I can never repay. I pray that I may serve him forever
Car song
In Amitabha's embrace
I step lightly through Mara,
let slightly slip my ego,
smile when you knock me,
stroke your hunched shoulders.
Singing the dear name
in His light and nearness
I am utterly at ease and happy
1 comment:
And to think, other people just drive and get roadrage!
I think i must learn to drive so that i can learn to write such inspired poems with the steering-wheel gripped between my knees!
;D
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