Ivan Latham

The world it shimmers as I call your sacred Name,
Reality is fraying at the seams,
All becomes to me but an evanescent flame
That burns itself away, with all it means;
Your Nianfo sun turns all else into shade,
And all I thought was gold turns into rust;
Like corn that falls before the reaping blade,
Samsara’s wheel lies broken in the dust;
Reality alone is found in you,
O Amitabha, Lord of Life and Light
The scent of lotus petals pure and true
Enfolds me in ineffable delight.
Namo Amituofo!