Immerse me in Your Name, That this world with all its suffering Becomes an unreal thing to me; Envelop me in Your Light That all conditioned things as shadows Flit by me; Surround me with Compassion Until I am lifted up To Bliss and my heart sings — Sings Your praises, Amitabha, Closing the space […]
Once we imagine our recitation of the Nembutsu to constitute some necessary, virtuous karmic act that we perform in order to be reborn in Bliss, we stray from the path of sincere trust in the power of the Vow. Any demand for a continual repetition shifts the burden of salvation back on to our own […]
Falling, Thrown by death, Sent tumbling headlong into life, I strike the water And come up gasping, Heaved by waves Once more onto shore; I raise my head And see the winding road Before me, paved With suffering, And I cry, As I have cried countless Times before; Hopeless my lot Since beginningless time, A […]
Why do I say Nembutsu? What is my motivation? What do I hope to gain? How can I not? Gratitude. Absolutely nothing that Amida has not already granted. These are the answers to those questions. I say Namu Amida Butsu because this sacred Name bubbles within, just beneath the surface, like a spring that does […]
When the sutras speak of Amida and his Land of Bliss lying countless worlds and Buddha-lands distant, it is as though they are seeking to reinforce the impossibility of the notion one might nurture of hoping to reach them by heading ‘out there.’The immeasurable locational gulf speaks of the unattainability of Bliss whatsoever while we […]
The Nembutsu closes the distance and folds the time that ordinarily and conditionally appears to separate us from that point where Dharmakara made his great Vow, that past, present and future dissolve into the eternal Now. And at the focal point of this sacred everlasting Moment — Amida, wreathed in the incense of limitless life, […]
Strictly-speaking, it would probably be incorrect to say Buddhism is atheistic; it is non-theistic, and there is a difference. Shakyamuni Buddha did not deny the existence of gods, but attached no creative or salvific significance to them. Rather, he understood that they are irrelevant to our salvation since the gods are themselves in need of […]
When the “two sticks” (tranquility and insight) are “rubbed together” (perfected) they bring forth a fire that burns both away. That fire can not be called purely conceptual, nor can it be called purely nonconceptual– it is not both, not neither. The truth is beyond beyond. Beyond words. Beyond thoughts. There is no truth [it […]
A psychospiritual poem. Mind is dancing like spontaneous coemergence.
Dipping ten toes in ten traditions, ten fingers in each of the ten sub-schools, and keeping two eyes on two truths, and seeing past the two selves, beyond three times, and three worlds, and three bodies. This stamp is stamped on the stamp that is stamped on all thingishness.