Gedicht

Joy Of The Dharma

Namu Amida

Butsu.  I hear you in the

whistling of the birds.

Namu Amida

Butsu.  I see your beauty

in the autumn tints.

Namu Amida

Butsu.  My hands embrace you

round this cup of tea.

Namu Amida

Butsu.  The smell of firewood

speaks to me of you.

Namu Amida

Butsu.  The taste of mango

in my jaw.  Blissful.

Namu Amida

Butsu.  Joy of the Dharma.

The Pure Land is near.

Marcus Cumberlege

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