Grace

Taima Mandala

What's this desire for contact?
This yearning in my heart?
To turn away from silence,
Not to stay apart.

'Surround yourself with voices'
The voice inside me cries.
'Support yourself with bodies,
'A friend on every side'

If I rest in silence,
The only voice is mine,
And all its pained echo's
Across the fields of time.

So here is where the hurt is
And where I see my face
Stripped of every makeup,
In the quiet place.

Where screams are whispered softly
Across an endless sea,
Of all my karmic passions,
Here the dragons be.

This darkness seems unending;
No hope for me unless
There's something that's much greater
Something holy; blessed.

And light breaks through the darkness,
Golden threads of love;
A grace full of compassion,
Falling from above.

And though I cannot see its face,
Or know its truest name,
I hear the sound of Dharma
That sings, and sings again.

A symphony of melodies
From heavenly abodes,
Sweeter than the Deva's song,
The music that unfolds.

So now, in silent places,
Where still the pain lives on,
I know that I am held
By something from beyond.

Namo Amida Bu