Pure Land

Fish out of water
Frightened child
I looked and looked outside, and trusted no one.

Least of all this one.

After many years
It came to me: You were here all along!
No need to look and look,
It was me all along.
You looking and You finding.
You’re welcome!

I can live a life of falseness,
Always trusting what I poorly see
Or I can revel in the me that is You right now.

This is it: I am the reality I seek.
All that is needed is to

Remember.

This is the Pure Land.