Here is the Pure Land,
The Pure Land is here;
I smile in mindfulness
And dwell in the present moment.
The Buddha is in an autumn leaf,
The Dharma is a floating cloud;
The Sangha body is everywhere.
My true home is here.
Breathing in - flowers are blooming,
Breathing out - I am aware that bamboo swaying,
my mind is free,
And I enjoy every moment.
