Sitting In Pure Land

The Pure Land is in me,
By sitting, I create it
Plow it and open it
To disciples, to the Sangha,
To the neighborhood, to the world.

Find the entrance and,
Without a word, secretly,
Invite others to walk closer
To the hearth and warm up.

©FJ March 2022
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  1. And this one (which I wanted to check as I could not remember the author). From the poem « My Law » by Tieme Ranapiri:

    « You are your own Devil, you are your own God
    You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
    And no one can save you from error or sin
    Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within. »

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    1. Full Poem

      Maori Poem by Tieme Ranapiri
      My Law

      The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
      Will sweep on its course till the Cycle
      is run. And when into chaos the system is hurled
      Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.

      Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal:
      Move on for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
      And though it may lead into darkness of night
      The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.

      You were. You will be! Know this while you are:
      Your spirit has travelled both long and afar.
      It came from the Source, to the Source it returns
      The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.

      It slept in a jewel. It leapt in a wave.
      It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
      It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years
      And now in the soul of yourself It appears.

      From body to body your spirit speeds on
      It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
      And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
      On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought.

      As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
      Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
      You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
      Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate.

      Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
      Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
      My Law is unerring, no blood can atone
      The structure you built you will live in alone.

      From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
      Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
      And all that you ask for, and all you desire
      Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.

      Once list’ to that Voice and all tumuIt is done
      Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
      In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
      With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.

      You are your own Devil, you are your own God
      You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
      And no one can save you from Error or Sin
      Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within.

      Aimé par 1 personne

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