O Western Land of Utmost Bliss (O Little Town of Bethlehem)

O Western Land of Utmost Bliss

How pure we see thee lie.

Your lotus flowers give birth to us,

Our karma purified.

The vows of Amitabha,

The one of Limitless Light,

Saves everyone who says his name,

Reborn in pure delight.

 

Silent Mind (Silent Night)

Silent mind, holy mind,

All is calm, all is bright,

Deep Vipassanna, thoughts rise and fall,

With clear insight detached from them all,

Sit in heavenly peace, sit and contemplate.

 

O Zabuton (O Tannenbaum)

(A zabuton is that square flat cushion on which you set your round meditation cushion, or zafu, in the Zapanese Zen tradition.)

O Zabuton, O Zabuton

Thy kindness is substantial,

I sit upon thee night and day,

With folded legs and ankles.

Thy batting saves my knees from pain,

Through hot & cold you don't complain,

O Zabuton, O Zabuton,

Compassion's insulation.