There’s a hole in my soul
A rip in its fabric
It’s in dire need of repair
When in walks an imam,
Guru, priest, and rabbi
And each of them declares:
Only I have the truth!
If you want your soul mended
You must follow me
Just as God intended!
I walk away in confusion
In crushing dismay
When two young ladies' approach
And here’s what they say:
We’ll show you the path
To mending your soul—Just chant:
Nam-Yo-Ho-Ren-Ge-Kyo!
Between The Sky of Yours,
& The Land of Mine's,
Is there A Realm of Ours ?
Lotus sutra bliss
Void between two lotuses
Shines within our heart
14-April-2021
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
The chant of purity
The cleansing my soul
The freeing my heart
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
I light a candle for an offering
And bow my head in prayer
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
I strike another match
Light the stick of incense in my hand
And take one deep breath
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Most often though I prefer to burn some sage
And imitate my native ancestors
By cleansing body heart and soul
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Life is at its utmost best
When I close my eyes and hover
Midway between heaven and earth
Leaving behind a mundane world
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
The final words I want to utter
As life departs my lips
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 23, 2020 for contest A POEM HONORING SPIRITUALITY sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
Na kahani mein me
Me ghumta raha ghumta raha
Na jane kyo ghumta raha
Chalta raha chalta raha
Najane kyo chalta raha
Kabhi is aur abhi us aur
Me chalta raha
Paav me barse angare
Aankho me woh tapish
Phir bhi me chalta raha
Phirta raha
Na jane kyo chalta raha
Aur agar rukna hi tha
Toh phir kyo chalta raha
Chalta raha chalta raha.
Lions ROAR-
Namyo Ho Renge Kyo,
Eagles SOAR-
Namyo Ho Renge Kyo,
Heaven's Door-
Namyo Ho Renge Kyo.
I clear my mind,
and chant those enlightened words,
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo,
and this is what I find.
A big oak tree growing in a field of wheat.
It stands tall and strong,
it is my friend,
my mind starts clearing, and the feeling is hard to beat.
on the ground sprouts flowers,
as time goes by,
and I chant those words,
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo, for hours.
During the day,
I sit in the shade of the huge oak tree,
It's my tree, and my time,
but your welcome to come pray with me.
8/29/09