Dear Amitabha,
As I grow older
I become younger
Your 3-year-old child
Defenseless, ignorant, afraid
I can only
Cling to you with all my might.
Even if I prostrated
all day
every day
for the rest of my life
I could never ever
thank you
properly.
How can I not leap and dance
throw my wobbly ageing body
To the elements.
I know…
I thank you
Dearest Amitabha Buddha
That moment I ask Amitabha Buddha
to fill my heart
with his love
I have a bodhi heart.
1 comment:
Beautiful. Simple, beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Blessings to all.
Cheers.
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