Hidden Songtext
von Mercan Dede

One
One
One
One
One Buddha is enough
One
One
One
One
One Buddha is not enough
One
One
One
One
Buddha is one
One
One
One
One
One is Buddha


One
One
One
One
One
I am breathing now for an old Buddhist monk
Small as the first moon
Hidden in the stillness of a heron′s breathless emerald wing
And for the yoga that Christ taught on his tree of love
Though the sun may sit like a chariot on stilts of flame cherry glass
Suffering into happiness the way of empty hands
Chanting the secrets that make it bright
And the wicked in that palace of ruins
Curse the pureness, its purse of one coin
The small shadows of this day we are given
Bolted into the thrush of emptiness
And here on a dantian hill confusions may brew
When the tea singers begin their vows of silence
In the raiment of this tongue not of the sun's rising
A tear of sadness for all the worldly joy
As moths return to their torched graves
And springs arrive early in every season
Telegraphed into their own heart of good fortune
Chanting one Buddha is not enough
Buddha
Springs arrive early in every season
One Buddha is enough