Poems and Songs

 


Praise To Amita Buddha

May all the four kinds of beings reach the jewelled land,

And the beings of all three realms be born from lotus blooms.

May all the myriad ghosts attain the three-fold worthiness,

And the countless sentient ones ascend the ten grounds.

 

Amitabha's body is the color of gold,

The splender of his hallmarks has no peer.

The light of his brow shines round a hundred worlds,

Wide as the seas are his eyes pure and clear.

Shining in his brilliance by transformation

Are countless Bodhisattvas and infinite Buddhas.

His forty-eight vows will be our liberation,

In nine lotus-stages we reach the farthest shore

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Homage To The Buddha of The Western Pure Land, Kind And Compassionate Amitabha

Homage To The Buddha of The Western Pure Land, Kind And Compassionate Amitabha

Homage To The Buddha of The Western Pure Land, Kind And Compassionate Amitabha

Na Mo Amita Buddha .....

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"BALLAD OF THE DHARMA-DOCTOR"

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I.        I thought I would a doctor be,

foremost in all the land.

I would eradicate disease,

with skillful healing hands.

I saw a lot of suffering

and began to wonder why,

We worry so about our health,

when in the end we die.

(Repeat last line)

II.       I asked the question high

and I asked the question low:

Where do we really come from?

At death, where do we go?

A man said, "Buddha answered that

3000 years ago.

Go ask the Dharma-doctor

for what you want to know."

(Repeat last line)

III.      I found the Buddhist temple

and a monk with merry eyes.

Why do we get sick? I asked him;

why do people die?

"Everything's impermanent," he said,

"I think you'll find that

birth and death's the big disease.

It all comes from the mind."

(Repeat)

IV.     "It's evil thoughts that hurt," he said,

"It's what you say and do.

It's called the karmic law.

What you send out comes back to you.

As is the seed, so is the fruit;

like cause so is effect.

And when you break the rules,

you hang a rope around your neck.

 

         V.       If you kill and steal and lust,

if you drink and lie,

You'll get reborn again

until your karma's purified.

When the bag of bones gives out,

your suffering's not done,

Until your karmic debts are paid,

you'll get another one.

 

VI.     Even though your spirit leaves this

fragile bag of skin,

Until you purge the poisons three,

you'll get reborn again.

How can you stop your evil ways

and do what's good instead?

"Just put an end to poisons three," the Dharma-doctor said.

 

VII.    "The poisons three are greed and anger,

and stupidity.

Greed for wealth and sex and fame

and food and sleep," said he.

With Five Desires unsatisfied our angry

thoughts appear.

And stupidly we break the rules -

all sickness begins here.

 

VIII.  Living beings are upside-down,

our habits hard to break.

The Doctor gives us medicine,

which we forget to take.

The Buddha tells us many times,

we walk a dead-end road.

We nod and say "I understand,"

But that's the way we go.

 

IX.    The Buddha left three medicines

for living beings to take.

Precepts heal the mind of greed,

samadhi conquers hate.

Wisdom is the perfect herb

to cure stupidity.

That's the Buddhadharma's way,

to end the poisons three.

 

X.     Precepts are the rules,

a shield to guard our energy.

Samadhi means to fix the mind.

Wisdom sets you free.

So keep the rules and fix the mind,

wisdom manifests.

When all your karma's purified,

you've ended birth and death.

 

XI.     Buddhadharma is a tonic. Medicine superb.

It's like a panacea, like a cure-all healing herb.

It gives us wisdom and compassion, for all living things.

That's the state of perfect health, the Buddhadharma brings.

 

XII.    The Buddha is the Healing King

with cures for all our ills.

But he doesn't sell us potions

and he doesn't send us bills.

His medicine is Dharma.

It's not on the drugstore shelf.

The Dharma-doctor shows us how,

and then says "heal yourself."

 

XIII.   Well since that day I met the monk,

my whole new life began.

I used to want to heal the body,

now I've changed my plan.

I'm going to cultivate the Way

and leave desire behind.

I'm going to cure the poisons three,

inside of my own mind.

(Repeat)

HENG SURE, June 18, 1978

Sunday


 

The Ballad of Super-Strong

Come gather 'round friends and I'll sing you a song,

About a Bodhisattva, his name is Super Strong

With a burst of blazing light he opened eyes asleep and blind

'Cause Super Strong's gung-fu was the power of his mind.

 

CHORUS:

Super Strong's inside you, Cultivate with all your might;

Pure thoughts continue: Don't fight, return the light.

Pure thoughts continue: Don't fight, return the light.

Now Super Strong was awesome, but his heart was solid kind,

"All suffering and dissaters I'll end for all mankind.

All the evil and the baddies, I'll find a way to fight."

Then all the Buddhas told him, "Don't fight, return the light."

 

So he gathered in his stealing eyes, his ears and nose and tongue,

Tamed his mind and wild body and when the work was done,

A blinding blaze of light shot forth from toe to crown.

'Cause he plugged into the source, tried his best and laid it down.

 

CHORUS:

Now dragons curl their tails and spirits fold their hands;

Tigers crouch in corners and ghost obey commands

Gwan Yin and Amitabha with Super Strong join hands;

Riding vows made long ago, They roam the Western Land

 

 

Ain't no better thing to do than saving humankind;

And to the Buddha City bowing with a single mind.

The world is ripe and waiting, can't you see that now's the time?

To the Buddha City bowing with a single mind.

 

The six organs gather back; recite the Buddha's name,

Throughout the Dharma Realm you can hear Great Strength proclaim.

The world is ripe and waiting, can't you see that now's the time?

To the Buddha City bowing with a single mind.

 


Son of Buddhist Christmas Carols

Yet another Dharma Carol
(Imagine a hypothetical Valley Girl in LA during the Christmas break witnessing two Buddhist monks bowing along the highway and making a full prostration every three steps)

I Saw Two Monks
(To the tune of "I Saw Three Ships")


I saw two monks come bowing there,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day
Dressed in robes, they had no hair,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

I've watched them bow since after two,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
They must have nothing else to do,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

I heard they bow for world peace,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
It says so on their press release,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

The one in front he would not speak,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
Iíve never seen a stranger freak,
On New Year's Day in the morning?

I wonder who they're bowing to,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
Don't ask him he won't answer you,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

Two preachers came to hassle them,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
To endless hell they did condemn,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

The monks kept bowing just the same,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
The men of god looked pretty lame,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

I bowed along the avenue,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
Because my uncle dared me to,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

On the spot I felt such peace,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
Bowing brought my heart release,
On New Year's Day in the morning.

To my surprise I made a vow,
On New Year's Day on New Year's Day,
Every year I'm going to bow
On New Year's Day in the morning.

December 30, 2005