peace lanterns and priestess
the sunset wheels on purple-grey clouds
a passionate backcloth for your vermillion robes
the white stole at your neck a pure pivot
between earth and heaven
uniting the eight million gods in a woman
you stand on a raised platform above the beach
looking out into the ocean of oceans, the Pacific
having blessed all the lanterns with your eyes
and the touch of your dedicated life,
inscribed prayers the only fuel for their voyages
the principal lantern for your masters – father and mother
your two brother-envoys to the invisible world
fitting scrolled and quite tall ships
have been carried down to the jetty
loaded on to the waiting boat afloat with purple priests
they are on their way as you watch
strength of spiritual current never wavering
bobbing lights populating your wide arteries
connections back to the Buddha through the stream
culminate across your clavicle
at the water’s edge, clustered around the bay curve,
a million other vessels await your signal
their cargo lit prayers and messages
teary smiles and ‘aloha’ have moistened their glyphs
the hopes of the furtherance of ancestral lines are ready to sail
ancestors-to-be wade in to the topside of the ocean
to smoothly launch their energies into the underside of existence
you charge prayers and hopes with your power
still vivid with proper and determined concentration
your singular and spacious container a sanctuary
for the fretted lives and benefit of all spirits
I can get closer with the words
you give which touch my heart
not human words of sinew or teeth
but words from the invisible world
effortless and coursing through the air
I can use my hands to catch the words
with my mudra on open pipe in my lap.
They are not only words for ears
but for eyes of my heart, for my line.
Essential words, no waste, not one excess
The words are a sign from the Buddha.
They say the way to polish my original nature
which has become tarnished with excess
and distorted by the devilish ego
my shortcomings, my blindnesses.
There is a bell which rings my tune
rings my connection to the spiritual current.
It sounds easily making me smile.
But my mission, you spell out for me,
is to enable it to ring not just for pleasure
but to execute a continual shine.
I am indeed close with your words.
I vow to keep the bell of my mind
vibrating with my grace and unceasing
attention to the divine.
Even though it may be broken or tilted,
the beater having rolled out of sight,
I must forever vibrate with my heart of goodness.