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Ah! Blessed Lord! Oh! High Deliverer! I take my refuge in The Name and Order I take my refuge in Thy Law Ah! Blessed Lord! Oh! High Deliverer! I take my refuge in Thy Name and Order I take my refuge in Thy Law The Dew is on the Lotus! Rise, great Sun! And lift my leaf and mix me with the wave The Sunrise comes! The Dewdrop slips into the shining Sea!
A WESAK TALE
With this Wesak crowd, A woman winds her way, A shawl thrown on her shoulder, Of weary limb and grey. She has lost her only son, Two weeks ago today, The tears do flow so freely, This holy Wesak day. She lights her little lamp, She burned the scented sticks, She places blooms on altar, Then kneels on marble bricks. She hears the Masters word, Repeated by the monk, All will pass away, We are as people drunk. We are but clay that melts, Our deeds alone remain The rest will always perish Until Nirvana gain. To day we live, next day We die as all things born, But actions as our Karma We reap what we have sown. Her eyes were dry, she felt The dream of life a farce, Only good and noble action Would to nothingness pass.
WESAK DAWN
Wesak dawn has paced in softly, Tip-toed thro the moonlit night, Breathed the flowers and incense smoking, Laughed thro bars of purple light. Birds you now to waken gently, Lift your troubled eyes of sleep, Tendring thoughts of homage holy, Cross Samsaras Ocean deep. To the one who taught the Dhamma, Of the Noble Eightfold Way, To the Buddha, dearest sister, Lift your tender mind today. Wesak dawn has paced in softly, Tip-toed thro the moonlit night, Breathed the flowers and incense smoking, Laughed thro bars of purple light.
FARE-YE-WELL
My fond young wife, oh fare-ye-well I leave your side to come again A sage of sages, king of kings This holy hour thro full of pain The palace vast is small to me I cannot breathe nor lie at rest The vaster world bids me to leave This vanity for what is best So fare thee well, my only son Reclining in the mothers arms I go to build the realm of truth Hence leave I all with folded palms And mount my horse and fly thru Time To conquer pain and birth and death To find a way to reach that Bliss I leave behind this passing wealth! My fond young wife, oh fare-ye-well I leave your side to come again A sage of sages, king of kings This holy hour thro full of pain
SELF RELIANCE
By ourselves is evil done By ourselves we pain endure By ourselves we cease from wrong By ourselves we become pure No one saves us but ourselves No one can and no one may We ourselves must walk the Path Buddhas merely show the way By ourselves is evil done By ourselves we pain endure By ourselves we cease from wrong By ourselves we become pure No one saves us but ourselves No one can and no one may We ourselves must walk the Path Buddhas merely show the way
ANGULIMALA
Stop thee! Oh saffron princely monk Who hastens on like failing rain I want a finger from thy foot To finish off my bloody chain I do not run; you run instead Please stop awhile and follow me Angulimal, Im not content To know that thou are not yet free Please throw that bloody chain aside There is a better, nobler way To live thy life and reach that truth Angulimal, for you today And hours went by the Indian time While Buddhas sinless ways he heard And sinner changed to blessed saint And preached he out the hallowed word
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