The bodhisattva

let me a pure white lotus be
unfolding in samsara’s stream
let all the gloom of misery
be gathered in my lotus dream

let each dew drop that studded lie
on each white radiant fold
reflect the mercy of the law
that turns death’s bliss to gold

let every wave that tumbles down
their curled slim of wrath repair
to lotus roots of dusky brown
in my compassion’s bounty share

let every sparks of vengeance rowed
round lotus stalks entwine
and greed and lies transformed by love
in lotus heart enshrine

when each life drop has sped away
across my pure white lily door
when I have drained all sorrow may
I speed to deck that lustless floor

let every petal softly fold
in summer’s golden shine
retreat to claim the splendid prize
nirvana’s joy last mine