living in a house
of nine small rooms
then stepping outside
into bright sunshine–
our buddha nature

(Paraphrase of Daisaku Ikeda,
The Wisdom of the Lotus Sutra, vol. 4)


Gift of Itself

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 on a warm night

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