Shining tears into my eyes.
Filling my heart with honor and gratefulness
For being born as their child.
Filled with parental love
That I cannot understand nor grasp.
For I have no kids,
No mouths to feed,
No dirty clothes to wash,
No business to keep,
No burdens to carry until
I fall flat on the floor.
Stripped naked of all accumulated wealth.
Pillaged by flesh eating worms.
Dear beloved parents,
Thank you for giving part of yourselves to create me,
Raise me into the person I am today,
For softening the crusted earth around me
So a tiny sprout can grow and joyfully dance with the wind.
It might be that you expect me to
Grow tall and big
To give you shade as you age,
as your skin wrinkles and peels itself burned by the Dharma Sun.
Desperately, you tried to shelter me from the skin burning Sun.
In darkness I stayed yet its rays would always sneak through the curtain covered windows
And tickle me little by little until I realized Its Existence.
As I grew upwards into the clouds,
Always striving to fulfill your expectations
To become that utopian perfect child that I imagined I could become,
I lost my self-image.
Until I decided to find myself in the mirror,
All I saw in the reflection was a rag doll mended with hand sewn patches.
Rebelling, I decided to break the mirror and pull up the curtains,
So I could see my own true reflection through the glass window.
Zas! Curtains up! Blinded. Skin burned by the sun.
In the midst of suffering,
I looked outside into the window and saw no reflection of myself,
Only children joyfully playing,
Emerald trees dancing in the wind.
Birds feeding from the earth.
Transparent rivers strolling in zig-zag.
All under the Dharma Sun in the sky.
Glamorously dressed in gold.
Shinning tears into my eyes.
Filling my heart with love and gratefulness
For being born as Its child.
I bow to you Dharma Sun. If I ever find the path out of worldly suffering, may I return and liberate you my beloved parents!