- Life flies by and breaks our heart.
Our friends die. Things fall apart.
We run from what the mirror shows.
We act in ways we do not know.
The Power of Now can never last.
Our minds get lost. We can't hold fast.
Nothing lifts the ego's stain.
We fall and rise and fall again,
Through endless rounds of birth and death.
Nothing ends with our last breath.
So taught Buddha long ago.
Listen, then you too shall know
There is one way to end this plight,
This endless fall of endless night
Not by study, nor by prayer,
Nor by contemplation's stare,
Nor by moments of transcendence,
Nor declaring independence,
From all doctrine, from all teaching
From the Buddha's final preaching
Of the world Amida made
Of the vow Amida said.
Faith alone can bring us there.
Faith in hearts that are sincere.
Simply listening to this dharma.
Break at last the power of karma.
Not in this life...but the next.
Here we wait...there we're blessed.