Poem

	Everyone says that the world is an ocean of light,

			Why can I see only darkness?

	  I must penetrate the heavy curtains of fog,

  Master! Please quickly give me the Sword of Wisdom!


 
  Holy Torch  

	  I know it is I who bind myself tightly,

  Despite all struggles, I fail to set myself free.

	Grant me a Holy Torch, will You please?

  Burn the rope that, from the beginning, ties me!!


 
  Buddha's Chanting  

	   Listening to the sounds of Your music,

				  The injured one,

		Leaps into Your divine pure spring,

		  Feels the caress of Your love.


		 Following Your sound current,

				I strive upstream,

		   Seeking the source of love.