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Amitabha All Around Me

Massimo Claus

Amitabha is to me the air I breathe, the sounds I hear, the colors I see, the music of the sea, the chant of a child. I saw Amitabha among the flowers of a cherry-tree and in my stupidity feeding my fears.

Shandao is His hand approaching me, so I chant the Sacred Name in order to see and feel in a better way. One can see the colors of Pure Land by listening to the sounds hidden in the Name. They will show up just for a moment and you won’t be able to hold them.

Namo Amitabha!

Your Voice

Ivan Latham

Lord of the Pure Land, now I see
The Name I speak is not of me,
The Voice is Yours, and Yours alone,
That rends a selfish heart of stone
And makes it bleed Nianfo praise,
And homage to Your perfect grace;
The cry of sincere faith is this:
Call Namo Amitabha! Be born in Bliss!

Shine!

Ivan Latham

Shine, Lord of Shukhavati!
Out of the West may Your light reach
to all quarters,
That all sentient beings in all realms
May see the Vow of Your salvation,
And know the promise of rebirth in Your embrace.
Namo Amitabha!

Moonscape Riders: Spirit Steeds

Raymond Lam

A young girl discovers a magical secret entombed within an ancient grotto in the Chinese desert. What wonders will reveal themselves to her as she sets out to discover a mysterious secret of the long-lost Tangut Empire?

It was nightfall when Xiaomao had reached her remote destination, a distance beyond the abandoned caves of Mogao in the desert. She was exhausted, sweating and sore in her baggy pants and furry coat, with strands of ebony hair flying loosely from loosened gaps in her turban. But when she finally glimpsed the edge of a deep and spacious canyon and the quiet trickle of a stream, she knew she had made it. Her weary pace quickened, suddenly imbued with new energy and hope. She felt close enough to unwind the cloth around her head. “Come on, Rong Rong,” she groaned, tugging gently at the nose peg of the sleepy camel behind her. “We’re almost there.”

Rong Rong, who had been raised by Xiaomao since his days as a calf, snorted tiredly but obeyed. He and his master hurried to the edge of the canyon. What Xiaomao saw took her breath away: a long, flowing river with the color of dark silt, with a long row of elm trees along the embankment. “This is why they call it Yulin,” she said to Rong Rong. “The grove of elms. And there—” She jabbed her calloused finger at the dark, human shaped holes strategically occupying various spots along the cliffs. “—are the Tangut caves. There must be a trove of treasures and art the old men back in Beijing would die for.”

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Who is ill?

Ratnadevi

When I tell people that I’ve had a cold for over 5 weeks, I often hear: ‘Oh – there is lot of that going round , I know several people who have been coughing for weeks.’ Being reminded of the fact that I am not alone in my plight is reassuring. We are all part of the family of humans whose bodies are vehicles for the propagation of the most successful breed on earth: micro organisms such as viruses and bacteria.

But we can’t rely on others alone for compassion and reassurance. How can we be our own best counsel and friend? Here is an example of an inner dialogue, where I try to meet my need for empathy…

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When All Else Is Gone

Ivan Latham

Though the mountains are worn to dust
And the oceans turn to desert,
Amitabha’s life and light shall remain undiminished.

He is the constant when all things change,
The last and greatest Lamp when the stars fade;

His life shall flourish in the midst of death,
And His merit shall never be exhausted.

His Vow is fixed, His compassion sure,
His Pure Land fixed and founded in the far Western quarter.
From where His light shines, guiding all beings
To His shore.

Namo Amitabha!

 

Postcard from Raymond: The Phoenix and the Lion

Medieval China. The Tang dynasty has been toppled and from the chaos rises an incredible woman with a monastic courtier helping to pull the strings. The brilliant, tenacious, and fearless Wu Zetian (624-705) was China’s first and only empress and her alliance with one of the most powerful monks of the day, Huayan preceptor Fazang (643-712), was a theocratic marriage unlike any other. Mindful of Confucian bias against her and in search of religious legitimation, she styled herself as a “chakravartin,” a Buddhist monarch, and Fazang helped sanction her sovereignty, promote her reputation as a bodhisattva, and undermine and suppress her enemies both in and beyond China.

Fazang personally taught to Wu Zetian a performative metaphor using a lion made of gold. The lion was the cosmos and its various parts the phenomena of reality. The gold represented emptiness. The lion clearly had a mane, teeth, claws and eyes, but the essential “what” of the lion, gold, was the same. Differences are all superficial in the integrated, interconnected universe of Buddhism.

This alliance ended unhappily when Fazang threw his lot in with his patron’s conspirators. In 705 he forced her to relinquish the Dragon Throne. For a while, this throne had been straddled by a true phoenix. On her deathbed, the former empress felt hurt and betrayed by Fazang, whom she had trusted for so long. Yet Fazang saw himself as saving Buddhism from being identified by the upcoming emperors as a rogue religion for a woman who would be seen by Confucians, however justly or unjustly, as an illegitimate usurper.

Their tragic story is a classic and emotional tale of Buddhism’s pressure under Confucianism, the “damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t” status of women, and how an ex-concubine and a monk tried to navigate the hypocrisies and fickleness of imperial power… even if it cost them each other.

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Lord of the Pure Land

Ivan Latham

Lord of the Pure Land, in You I see,
Or surely I will fall;
Blind passion, wrath and ignorance
Condemn me to Samsara’s thrall;
But in You, Amitabha, I find my light!
As bright as sunrise, the Land of Bliss
Spread out before my sight,
Where You reside, and where my true life is.

Only the Name Remains

Jingji Void

Only the Name remains
By Amitabha’s grace.
And the world disappears
With all its evils and fears.

Recite with your voice and heart,
Recite with the absence of doubt,
Here and now you’ll be freed
Safe, at Amitabha’s feet.
What a fortune it is!
The Land of Amitabha’s Bliss
By Buddha’s Great Vow assured,
Eternally joyful and pure.

And the world disappears
With all its evils and fears.
Only the Name remains
By Amitabha’s grace…

Acclamation from the Buddhist Community: West Bengal Gets a Holiday on the Day of Buddha Purnima

BD Dipananda

On 15 February, Mamata Banerjee, the Chief Minister of West Bengal, India, declared “Buddha Purnima” as a state holiday this year onward. The Buddha Purnima usually falls on the full moon in the month of either in April or May in the Gregorian calibration which marks the important events of the Buddha’s life: his birth, enlightenment and great demise (mahaparinibbana). This year the day falls on 10 May.

The Buddha Purnima is one of the biggest religious festivals of the Buddhist community in the world. Although India has been celebrating this important day for centuries, except the gazetted holiday in all Indian Central Government departments, the celebration did not turn into an official occasion in West Bengal until Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee announced Buddha Purnima as the state holiday.

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