O'Nyorai

[Susthama]

the silence of tathata
keeps my heart forever looking
around dark corners, under heavy stones
wishing, hoping, desperately craving
to hear that mysterious melody
of a different world

[Pundarika (orna)]

hurting again and again,
realizing the reasons can not be fully understood,
wondering about this and that....
i could only hear the small bird crying.

[Susthama]

but the pain is a gain
in this battle of mine
happy to hang my head down in shame
perhaps it's lame or a funny sort of game
but really, I'm just glad to rest my head on Amida's great love

[Pundarika (orna)]

nothing is like before,
not anymore,
being held and contained,
a touch of a hand,
i am ready to soften,
wish to keep my eyes wide open.

[Kaspalita]

All the time the music is playing
Across the boundries of space and time
At my side Amida's voice is singing
But, wrapped up in self, I hide
and plug my ears with worldy expectations
I search for love in selfish manifestations
and loose the love that's shining eternally

wrapped up in samskara's
whipped up into a storm
the clouds I make
are hiding
the hand that's holding mine

But storms always pass
and the clouds reveal
a gloden light and silence
in which the melody
of love,
is endless

[richard meyers]

Who is this Being that grasps me
As I stagger drunk with self importance
Or self reproach?

What is this light that is there always
With no trace of glare only a clarity of
Luminosity like moonlight upon her
Shoulders as she walks across water?

How does it happen that I am known better
Than by my dearest friend or welcomed
Home by love after all these years?