Puja to Prajna Paramita

Worship

 

I plant endless golden stars at your feet

So that all will think of you

As they walk through summer meadows

Some may only see buttercups,

Celandine and ragwort

But the bodhisattvas will know you and smile.

 

I give to you the scent of secret honeysuckle in the evening

Newly cut hay

Drying in the morning sun

And crisp autumn leaves,

Fresh with the scent of impermanence.

 

I call on heavenly choirs to sing your truth

Over and over again.

Echoed with the cry of the golden eagle

As it soars high in your being.

 

I offer you freshly squeezed apple juice

Glittering with golden buddhas

And tasting of the freedom of all awakened minds.

 

I honour you with the warmth of the sun

After a cold, dark night

Rare pieces of smooth golden amber

Exquisite feathers

And the warm embrace of boundless love.

 

 

 

OM AH DHIH HUM SVAHA

 

 

Salutation

 

So much beauty

I hardly dare to look;

Surely my heart will burn?

 

Your grace and presence,

The dance of your being,

The precious teachings

Held close to your heart.

 

Your patience is boundless;

Compassion endless

As you teach Perfect Wisdom

Again and again.

 

As (sons and) daughters of Shakyamuni Buddha

We have been offered countless skilful teachings

To open us to your pure presence

And awaken our hearts and minds.

 

So much beauty

I hardly dare to look;

Surely my heart will burn?

 

 

 

Going for Refuge

 

I long never to abandon for a moment

The Buddha refuge of Truth

The Dharma Refuge of Truth Teachings

And the Sangha refuge;

The practitioners of Truth.

 

I long never to abandon for a moment

Faith in the Enlightenment

Of all past, present and future Buddhas.

 

I long never to abandon for a moment

The play of the Bodhisattva

As she relieves the suffering

Of non-existent beings

Through countless aeons.

I go for refuge to Prajnaparamita;

The Mother of all the Buddhas.

 

 

REFUGES AND PRECEPTS

 

 

Confession of faults

 

Over and over again

I forget and ignore the Truth of Reality

I desperately want this body to be mine

And complain when it is sick

And rolls on towards death regardless.

 

I desperately want my emotions to be mine

I grip onto them like a child with balloons

And then wonder why I'm blown off course.

 

I desperately want my thoughts to be mine

Even the endless streams of negativity

That make everyone miserable.

 

Prajnaparamita

Please keep gently guiding me

Fearlessly and heroically

Towards Truth.

 

I am tired of this self-obsession

Delusion keeps me locked in fear

And disconnected;

Separate from the Universe.

 

Help me lift the weighty veils

Of ignorance of the Truth

So that I may offer myself

In service to you

For all that lives.

 

 

 

Rejoicing in Merits

 

How wonderful it is

Knowing that through countless aeons

Hundreds and thousands of beings

Have awakened to the Truth

And turned their hearts and minds

Towards Enlightenment for all.

 

Your glorious body;

A Universe of shimmering Buddhas

Unveils my heart and mind

And opens my senses to reality.

 

I delight in even the smallest acts

Of generosity, kindness and patience

As these are surely Buddha seeds

Planted for future ripening.

 

I reverence all those

Committed to the Threefold Way

Of Shakyamuni Buddha

Freedom seekers

And heroic torch-bearers

Lighting up the path

For the benefit of all.

 

 

Entreaty and Supplication

 

Prajnaparamita,

I prostrate myself to you

Over and over again.

 

Show me the Truth

With the grace of your hands.

 

Dance me the Truth

With the presence of your being.

 

Sing me the Truth

With the song of your heart.

 

I need to wake up!

I need to wake up!

I need to wake up?

 

 

OM NAMO BHAGAVATYAI ARYA PRAJNAPARAMITYAI

 

Heart Sutra

 

DIAMOND SUTRA reading

As stars, a fault of vision, as a lamp

A mock show, dewdrops or a bubble

A dream, a lightning flash or cloud

So should one view what is conditioned

 

 

Transference of Merit

 

Having heard this glorious teaching

Why hold on

And crystallize it into something 'known"?

 

Merits are like ripened fruits

Heavy on the boughs

Of countless lifetimes.

They will be wasted:

Overblown

Windfalls

Pecked at by birds

Drilled through by wasps

Rotting on the ground.

 

Let go of everything

Heard, seen,

Tasted, touched or thought.

 

Give all merits as a gift to the Universe

And face each moment fresh,

Open

Receptive

And with room to blossom!

 

Awaken to the limitless potential

Of Enlightenment

For the sake of all beings.

 

Hridayagita