performance by the Madison Choral Project
There was an heir of the Buddha,
A monk in Bhesakaḷā forest,
Who suffused the entire earth
With the perception of “bones”.
I think he will quickly abandon sensual desire.
See this wisdom of the Tathāgatas!
Like a fire blazing in the night,
Giving light, giving vision,
Dispelling the doubt of those who’ve come here.
Mum, they cry for the dead,
Or for one who is alive but has disappeared.
I’m alive and you can see me,
So Mum, why do you weep for me?
Justin Merritt 