There are no spots in the sky,
No lines or traces of every bird
Who ever flew.
But the sky welcomes all, supporting,
Uplifting and holding each in the natural,
Compassionate embrace of things-as-they-are.
Mother Sky allows her children to play in space
Yet we never grasp her open arms
Because we don´t see with open eyes.
In this life of one man,
All around me are signs that
Great Compassion forever supports
And always sustains my every movement.
Until one day I too will fly above,
Finally free, leaving no trace in the sky
Nor mark on the clouds
But eternally present as the working
Namo Amida Butsu.