Chant Royal Poem by Harley White
Chant Royal
Life flashes by in a moment of time.
Late twilight's rose fades, the sweet songbirds leave.
Though we strive to remain in reasoned rhyme,
All living will die, the joyful will grieve.
What vision can guide us? What blinding sight
Could glow like a lantern to light the night?
The sages and prophets the wide world round
Still fumble in darkness, fall to the ground.
The winds of impermanence blast and blow.
Yet ages ago did the truth resound—
The daimoku, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
How swiftly we play out our pantomime!
Companions with whom on an autumn eve
We versified the moon's heavenly climb
Have vanished in silent recitative.
The tiger of death with eyes burning bright
Does roar long before we must bear its bite.
But thralled in the lust to be world-renowned
We hear not, nor heed this frightening sound.
Yet there's a chant that can death overthrow,
A single phrase in which blessings abound—
The daimoku, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
The medicine men have cures for a dime.
Specious magicians with tricks up their sleeve
To treat our afflictions each will say, ‘I'm
The wisest.' Thus they deceive the naïve,
Look down on the rest from their puffed-up height.
For prizes, awards with great appetite
Wry buffoons, erudite, all capped and gowned,
In circumlocutions their words have wound.
Yet the healing phrase not one can bestow
Is elixir medicine to be downed—
The daimoku, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
Some live for adventure, hear midnight's chime;
Others in misery crave death's reprieve.
Still to waste our precious life is a crime
Or let our days meaningless matters thieve.
Gold will be gold, of great value, despite
A fool falsely weighing its worth as slight.
With profit, fool's gold, our actions are crowned.
‘We are happy, ' we say, with faces frowned.
Yet one practice gives proof that we can show,
However madly we've capered and clowned—
The daimoku, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
Security, peace are benefits prime—
A fabric of cause and effect we weave.
Dimensions ageless, eternal, sublime—
All are wonders within we can achieve.
In a muddy pond the lotus pure white
Emerges from earth, as wrong turns to right.
In the sea of sufferings most are drowned,
For sadness and sorrow us humans hound.
Yet enlightenment's path is ours to know,
Where fortune upon good fortune will mound—
The daimoku, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
Envoy
To discard the shallow, seek the profound
Takes courage and faith in equal compound.
Yet water of wisdom will always flow,
If we embrace what will truly astound—
The daimoku, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo!
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Nam Myōhō Renge Kyō means to devote our lives to and found them on (Nam[u]) the Utterness of the Dharma (Myōhō) [entirety of existence, enlightenment and unenlightenment] permeated by the underlying white lotus flower-like mechanism of the interdependence of cause, concomitancy and effect (Renge) in its whereabouts of the ten [psychological] realms of dharmas [which is every possible psychological wavelength] (Kyō) .
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Translations of the Meaning of Nam Myōhō Renge Kyō
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Painting ~ Franz Marc ~ The Tiger (1912)
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4/19/2024 4:09:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How did I miss this one? Normally I detest math in poetry as regards symmetrically aligned stances with rhyme schemes....but after reading this....well, I repent in sackcloth and ashes, you never cease to amaze me, how elegantly you mastered this poem, do not fear, the tiger of death will certainly grant you passage from his bite after reading this. You have such a depth in concepts of life and it’s facets of wonder...complex and so very down to earth at the same time! !
How wonderful to see your enthusiastic response to this poem! Indeed it was a challenge to write a Chant Royal, but the subject definitely deserved this form. Thank you so much for expressing your appreciation of my efforts!