NikolaiI
09-03-2010, 04:14 AM
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
the sacred syllables flow
through my pen onto the page.
My night is calm,
and a mystic stream flowing
sounds music in my ears.
Pure hearts and warm hands
toll for life's simplest needs,
in unadulterated oneness of being.
I've crawled among earthen roots -
at the bottom of the hedge,
life becomes light and soul touches body.
There I lay my words to sleep,
to rest with universal beauty,
and hum with deathless peace.
the sacred syllables flow
through my pen onto the page.
My night is calm,
and a mystic stream flowing
sounds music in my ears.
Pure hearts and warm hands
toll for life's simplest needs,
in unadulterated oneness of being.
I've crawled among earthen roots -
at the bottom of the hedge,
life becomes light and soul touches body.
There I lay my words to sleep,
to rest with universal beauty,
and hum with deathless peace.