Listen my children and listen
well:
I have
an important story to tell
Of some
who have risen and some who have fell
And
those who've transcended both heaven and hell.
Well
once long ago in a land far away.
Lived a
house full of children absorbed in their play,
Their
father had left them alone for the day
To
travel the highroads and the lonely pathways.
While
the children were playing the house caught on fire.
They
continued their games while the hot flames rose higher
Just
then their father from his journey returned;
How he trembled in fear lest
his children be burned!
"Come
out! Come out!" to his children he cried.
But they
were too busy with their toys inside.
Though
they heard his warning they paid him no mind,
For they
had no intention of leaving their toys behind.
So
finally he called to them, "Come out. I have toys'.
To give
each of you, my dear girls and boys.
Sheep
carts, and deer carts, and ox carts, and more.
Now,
come out and take them for they are all yours."
Then the
kids in a scramble they ran from the house.
Pushing
and shoving in a dash they ran out.
They
went straight to their father where in the crossroads he stood,
Saying,
"Give us those carts like you promised you would!"
Then the
father he told them in a voice low and calm,
"Of
sheep carts, and deer carts, and ox carts I've none.
But I
have a grand carriage pulled by oxen so white,
Hung
with tassels and bells, a magnificent sight."
Now the
Buddha's the great compassionate father of us all,
And he
sees us in the Triple World as we rise and we fall,
Driven
by greed, and compelled by desire,
Playing
our games while the hot flames rise higher.
He has
promised expedient dharmas indeed,
Blessings
and virtues, and Vehicles, Three.
But when
from Samsara's inferno we run,
He will
give us the Buddha Way, the Vehicle One.
For
there's only One Vehicle in the worlds, great and small,
The
Lotus of Dharma which blooms in us all.
For
there's only One Vehicle, not two or three—
Rejoice
now! For one day, Buddhas we'll be.
(Repeat
last verse)
Heng-yin '77
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