Listen my children and listen
an important story to tell
who have risen and some who have fell
those who've transcended both heaven and hell.
once long ago in a land far away.
house full of children absorbed in their play,
father had left them alone for the day
travel the highroads and the lonely pathways.
the children were playing the house caught on fire.
continued their games while the hot flames rose higher
then their father from his journey returned;
How he trembled in fear lest
his children be burned!
out! Come out!" to his children he cried.
were too busy with their toys inside.
they heard his warning they paid him no mind,
had no intention of leaving their toys behind.
finally he called to them, "Come out. I have toys'.
each of you, my dear girls and boys.
carts, and deer carts, and ox carts, and more.
come out and take them for they are all yours."
kids in a scramble they ran from the house.
and shoving in a dash they ran out.
went straight to their father where in the crossroads he stood,
"Give us those carts like you promised you would!"
father he told them in a voice low and calm,
sheep carts, and deer carts, and ox carts I've none.
have a grand carriage pulled by oxen so white,
with tassels and bells, a magnificent sight."
Buddha's the great compassionate father of us all,
sees us in the Triple World as we rise and we fall,
by greed, and compelled by desire,
our games while the hot flames rise higher.
promised expedient dharmas indeed,
and virtues, and Vehicles, Three.
from Samsara's inferno we run,
give us the Buddha Way, the Vehicle One.
there's only One Vehicle in the worlds, great and small,
Lotus of Dharma which blooms in us all.
there's only One Vehicle, not two or threeŚ
now! For one day, Buddhas we'll be.