Song for Kalu

All the sentient being is my family.

The warmth of Kalu’s hug
Before rolling up a rug,
Will never be too distant from my heart.
Because it’s there inside,
And doesn’t like to hide,
But rather spreads to each and every part.

If you can be yourself,
And keep the mental health,
Then you have met the dharma, my dear friends.
And you can be at home,
While rambling all alone,
Among the aspens, meadows, streams and glens.

Don’t believe too much,
Or use dharma as a crutch,
But practice every moment that you live.
The bodhisattvas sing
About every little thing
And moment of compassion on this earth.

 The leaves tremble in the wind,
 As if Kalu had just grinned,
And spread his bodhichitta through the hills.
I love every little leaf,
And it is my firm belief,
That each will tumble down onto the ground.

 And millions of them are,
Falling softly, oh so far
From any place that man will ever go.
But falling none the less,
And none of them is best,
Soon all will fade to wrinkly, crumpled grey

They are my precious friends,
And I want to make amends,
For any harm I’ve caused throughout my life.
The water tumbles down,
And never starts to frown,
So why, then, you and I?
The trees are sitting still
Without exerting will,
Why then is it so hard for us to try?

The fish are in the stream,
Which to us is like a dream
Because we do not dwell within its flow.
Like tiny grains of sand
Which funnel through my hand
 I’m sad to say the time has come to go.