It will not be obvious

from the confines of office cubicle

speeding train

or the time-bound, ghost-filled inner fortress

fashioned from the bones of wounding

 

but out there beyond the tree line

where the two worlds meet

the same spirits of renewal the second and third Buddha turned to

for resolve, buoyancy, and healing

await you too.

 

Within the embrace of that realm,

and it is nothing short of an embrace,

you will find the First Sangha.

 

Within the grace of that realm,

and it is nothing short of grace,

you will find the Dharma that predates the Dharma.

 

Within the soul-unburdening of that realm,

and it is nothing short of soul-unburdening,

you will feel the watchful gaze of Standing Buddhas.

 

They apply no filter to you.

They see you for the real you that you are, accurately.

They embrace you for all that you were

and will be...

...so that you can too.


(c) 2018 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Roy Mattson, Intersecting Skies

 

 

 

 

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