When the Buddha calls,
All the Buddhas and sentient beings are as one,
Even the author of this poem.
When the Buddha calls,
All there is is the mindstream,
The continuum of awareness.
When the Buddha calls,
There is no sense of "I, me, mine" or even a physical self.
These are only concepts of the mind we use.
When the Buddha calls,
I remember the Buddha
Who is both mother and father to me.
When the Buddha calls,
It makes no difference which Buddha it is,
As long as I listen deeply.
When the Buddha calls,
It's all about the Name-that-calls.
Thus am I mindful of the Buddha.
When the Buddha calls,
I answer out of gratitude,
And hear Him say through me:
"Homage to Amida, Buddha of Boundless Light of Spiritual Wisdom!"
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