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A little ditty for your entertainment...
Palzang
Veteran
Our Hero (aka the Lotus Sutra Song)*
There’s a book called the Lotus Sutra, you really oughta know about
A holy book that has the power to remove all fear and doubt
And this book tells the story of a man who means the world to me
Who could just as well’ve been a woman If not for male hegemony
They call him the Bodhisattva Never Disparage, or the Bodhisattve Never Despise
And I’m makin’ it my life’s ambition to see the world through his pure eyes
And he says
Chorus:
I would never disparage you or keep you at arm’s length
Where you only see your weaknesses, I only see your strength
I would never despise you or put you down in any way
Because it’s clear to me
I can plainly see
You’ll be a buddha someday
I love you
Now Bodhisattva Never Disparaging lived countless kalpas in the past
In a time of the Counterfeit Dharma, and he was something of an outcast
Because the monks and nuns of his time were noted for their arrogance and vanity
And these were the folks who exercised great power and authority
But my boy never concerned himself if they treated him like a freak
He’d just bow to everybody equally and these are the words he’d speak
Chorus
He never read or recited the scriptures much
He only liked to practice respect
But the monks and nuns of his time didn’t meet it like you’d might expect
Instead they cursed him and reviled him and they wished that he would go
Because they all had self-esteem issues, like most everyone else I know
They beat him and pelted him with clubs and stones, and they tried to drive him away
But he’d just run off to a safe distance
And then he’d turn around and say
Chorus
And so it went on for years and years
He was the target of scorn and abuse
Yet still our hero shed no tears nor did he ever wonder what’s the use
Until it reached the end of his natural lifespan and he laid down fixin’ to die
And then he heard the Holy Lotus Sutra being preached up in the sky
And his life was extended for millions of years and he’s livin’ to this day
And in the pages of the Lotus Sutra, you still can hear him say
Chorus
* Words by Greg Fain (Tassajara Mountain Center, California)
Palzang
There’s a book called the Lotus Sutra, you really oughta know about
A holy book that has the power to remove all fear and doubt
And this book tells the story of a man who means the world to me
Who could just as well’ve been a woman If not for male hegemony
They call him the Bodhisattva Never Disparage, or the Bodhisattve Never Despise
And I’m makin’ it my life’s ambition to see the world through his pure eyes
And he says
Chorus:
I would never disparage you or keep you at arm’s length
Where you only see your weaknesses, I only see your strength
I would never despise you or put you down in any way
Because it’s clear to me
I can plainly see
You’ll be a buddha someday
I love you
Now Bodhisattva Never Disparaging lived countless kalpas in the past
In a time of the Counterfeit Dharma, and he was something of an outcast
Because the monks and nuns of his time were noted for their arrogance and vanity
And these were the folks who exercised great power and authority
But my boy never concerned himself if they treated him like a freak
He’d just bow to everybody equally and these are the words he’d speak
Chorus
He never read or recited the scriptures much
He only liked to practice respect
But the monks and nuns of his time didn’t meet it like you’d might expect
Instead they cursed him and reviled him and they wished that he would go
Because they all had self-esteem issues, like most everyone else I know
They beat him and pelted him with clubs and stones, and they tried to drive him away
But he’d just run off to a safe distance
And then he’d turn around and say
Chorus
And so it went on for years and years
He was the target of scorn and abuse
Yet still our hero shed no tears nor did he ever wonder what’s the use
Until it reached the end of his natural lifespan and he laid down fixin’ to die
And then he heard the Holy Lotus Sutra being preached up in the sky
And his life was extended for millions of years and he’s livin’ to this day
And in the pages of the Lotus Sutra, you still can hear him say
Chorus
* Words by Greg Fain (Tassajara Mountain Center, California)
Palzang
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Have you heard any of the songs from Rev Heng Sure's Paramita CD?
Wise ones know we plant a seed,
With every word and deed;
Once we plant it, here comes karma now.
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Makes us happy, makes us sad;
Choose it wisely, here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Karma is not heaven-sent,
Karma is not punishment;
Sweep the garden, here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]There's no lawyer you can call;
The judge and jury left the hall.
Learn the rules, use good sense;
This is cause and consequence.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Like the seed, is the fruit;
Know the leaf, you know the root.
Can't argue, here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Conscience is a quiet voice,
Pay your money, take your choice.
It's your harvest, here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]It's not luck, it's not fate,
No room to negotiate,
No foolin', here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]It plays no favorites, hears no lies,
Doesn't truck with alibis.
You can threaten, you can curse,
You can't rewire the universe.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Some are careful, with the roots;
They're contented with the fruits.
Plant and harvest, here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Some are careless, at the start;
At the end, a broken heart.
No excuses, here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]You can smile till it hurts,
Help yourself to just deserts.
Pay the piper, here comes karma now.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Blame the scapegoat, cry and wail,
Ask the woman with the scales,
Blind justice tells no tales:
Who goes home, who goes to jail.
[/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Ain't no lawyer gets away,
Ain't no judge you can pay.
Just like magic, here comes karma now.
Just like magic, here comes karma now.
Just like magic, here comes karma now.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]© Rev. Heng Sure 2005 All Rights Reserved
Lyrics and music: Rev. Heng Sure[/FONT]
Palzang