The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - Ode to Frontline Leaders (SGI)
Ode to Frontline Leaders (SGI)
Philip Claude Andermann
Your unflagging waterfall will flow
throughout the vast ocean of humanity
sparkling like constellations
reflected from the castle of capable people.
No-one has yet heard
the most beautiful music within you.
Perhaps you have not heard it yet,
or even the symphony of voices
YOU WROTE TODAY.
Your voice of hope can penetrate the deepest darkness
of the heart, your torch lit up by night to the suffering.
Your calls, your visits: voice does the Buddha's work;
and the inspirational radiance of your smile
even amidst a persistent blizzard of problems
tugs tear-stained faces into smiles.
Read the Gosho letters
to read their hearts, to transform them.
Dicussion meetings you lead and arrange
in your town are the village of humanity,
the ocean of humanity linking all;
words diamond sharing reveal the depths of heart.
There, if you are to inspire that person to polish his or her life,
affecting everything in that waiting life,
you redetermine to change yourself first,
to see a glowing treasure of happiness reflected
in the other's shining eyes.
There, each discovers that what they find
at the bottom of their hearts to give another
is the only treasure they can keep forever,
and much more - keep giving.
There, even those in night
can touch others' skies and turn their stars
Thereby, each gem of victory,
suspended in their lives
like the searing sun of suffering transmuted
into cool radiant joy joy reflected in an oasis
reached amidst the desert of struggle,
can be multiplied by re-entering the desert of society,
and sharing the oasis in one's heart
with those lost in the desert,
finally transforming the desert.
Through EVERY TINY deed of yours unseen
your sense of justice shines even
when others are blind, to see and cheer it.
Thus it shines uniquely for those in the night
of blind suffering.
For the youth you can lead to victory dance,
nothing can stop them now from their dance onward.
The tears in the hurtling wind carry them forward
in joytears as they race toward unity of peace.
They become the Rock that nothing can destroy
because it dances.
Those youth shall be the Era
that shall revive life 4 billion years old.
Their arms shall be never for war, only for hugging the Buddha
within all, for exercising a practice that never ends
You are the frontline leaders
whereby all can march to the front!
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