Life makes Life a simple gift,
wraps in parable and myth

a thing not so large it
cannot fit into a single lotus seed

not so small it couldn’t bulge 
and expand the cosmos

not so near it does not shine
on numberless galaxies beyond sight

not so far its breath doesn’t
touch your ear in the quiet of night

and whisper that it’s name is “Life”

all around and flowing within us
the heart’s blood of waking buddhas
who open their eyes laughing

having dreamt we are glasses of water
deep in wondrous, rhythmic seas

(Lines 3-6 paraphrased from Nichiren Daishonin’s Sanze Shobutsu Sokammon Sho,  Gosho Zenshu 563)