March 23, 2012

A Poementary on Chapter Twelve of the Diamond Sutra

Like at a stupa, a temple or a holy shrine
It’s wherever you are, if you’d take the time
To read aloud just four small lines—
If you did even more, it would be more fine

‘Cause if you went and learned the whole kit and kaboodle
And your understanding ranged to the end of that noodle
Though an ordinary person on the outside you see,
There’s a Buddha clearly living right inside of me