How much can we cherish the things that gather dust in this realm? Yesterday bowing at the temple gates, tomorrow basking in the ruins, taking photos as a tourist. So it is, even great megalithic statues of Glass and jewel covered Buddhas crack, even more so, do the mortal beings who erect them, and venerate them. No worldly glass lasts forever, karma is a smelter melting everything down eventually, the only pure glass which it cannot break down is the Nembutsu.
Likewise those beings who take up the practice of the Nembutsu, take up this position of unbreakable glass so long as they hold it up and use it to reflect themselves and their inherent Buddha-nature. Their karmic evils will be erased with one pure thought, one pure reflection of Amitabha’s compassion. They see the dust that covers them and shake it off to reveal their glorious Dharmakaya bodies glittering gold just like the sutras state. This is faith in the Pure Land, and it is extremely difficult, given the numerous afflictions of ordinary beings, and yet it is for us loathsome and defiled beings that the Pure Land exists, therefore hold faith high and above all things, treat the Nembutsu like you would your own mother, with utter devotion until the very end when you see those oh so glorious gates of the Pure Land.
The mirror having become a lake
Lets shine in, the moon and all its beauty
With two fingers outstretched to the sky
Saying “why they’re both just reflections”
Knowing that a stone
Can only ripple this reflection
No boulder am I afraid of
Nor tigers fangs behind me
Just to ruin this here reflection
Of a hairless ape practicing Dharma