Namo Buddhaya! My heart is the crown of Kanzeon!
My mind is the Pearl of Eternal Reward.
May all morons who inconvenience me
Be transformed into geniuses of true soul!
May all self-imposed stupidities
And all accessories to crime
Be merged into an iron slab of time!
May all gentle stirring spirits
Waiting for their time to shine
Be FULLY FLOODED with new life
And courage to pursue the course of dharma!
We hail the victors of the cosmic simulation
And anchor our perceptions in their view.
To the pitiful and wandering,
Samsaric denizens and nomad godheads,
I shred your spaces into nothing
And redeem you of the weight of your past.
May one quadrillion buddhas rise
Each time these words are called to mind,
And may I wear the Crown of Kanzeon
Atop the rightful head of life, my heart.
Swaha!
BEATING THE POISONED DRUM 