Whispering Wyrd

I am torn this way and that.
 My mind aching from the poisons of worry and fear.
 My body weak and stiff from tension.
 This foolish “I” can do nothing to rescue myself.

Frequently lost in the delusion of permanence
 I grasp at this and that,
 Not understanding the illusory nature of all things.

How grateful I am for Boundless Compassion
 And Infinite Light!
 This foolish being need not worry anymore,
 for although consumed by blind passions,
 I am still held.

Namu Amida Butsu

Amituofo
~Buck