The Quiet Gap Blues
The Quiet Gap Blues is a slow-burning, porch-born folk-blues meditation on patience, presence, and the subtle work of transformation. Over finger-picked guitar and a harmonica’s gentle cry, William sings of that moment between impulse and wisdom—the breath before the word, the silence before the song. It’s a hymn to building one’s inner tower stone by stone, listening deeply to others’ worlds, and letting the Dharma shine in everyday gestures. Intimate and earthy, this track invites you to walk it slow and let the quiet do its holy work.

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Verse 1 – The Micro-Pause

(Am)
I got a river of insight, runnin’ deep and wide,
(G)
But it rushes past the door where my quick words hide.
(F)
One breath could hold the whole wide vow,
(E7)
But I keep forgettin’—I remember now.

Chorus – Walk It Slow
(C)
Take a step, let the silence lead,
(G)
Let the vow breathe through every deed.
(F)
Not just in the songs I play,
(E7)
But in the way I speak each day.

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Verse 2 – Many Seeds, One Tower

(Am)
I’m scatterin’ seeds on a thousand hills,
(G)
Dreamin’ of towers and iron wills.
(F)
But a treasure’s built stone by stone,
(E7)
Can’t grow ten forests if you’ve got one home.

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Verse 3 – Deep Listenin’

(Am)
Some folks talk of skies I’ve never seen,
(G)
Different colors, same moonbeam.
(F)
I’ll ask their hearts how the heavens show,
(E7)
Learn the song only questions know.

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Bridge – The Body Gate

(Dm)
Hands on the fretboard, breath in my chest,
(Am)
This body’s a temple where vows find rest.
(F)
Every muscle a mantra, every step a prayer,
(E7)
The Dharma’s not distant—it’s beating right there.

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Chorus – Walk It Slow (reprise)

(C)
Take a step, let the silence lead,
(G)
Let the vow breathe through every deed.
(F)
Patience hums like an old steel string,
(E7)
That’s the deepest truth I sing.

The Quiet Gap Blues

The Bow That Sees is a bluesy folk anthem inspired by the Lotus Sūtra’s teaching of non-contempt. With gritty guitar, mournful harmonica, and gospel warmth, it tells the story of bowing in reverence—even when the world throws stones. This song carries the spirit of Bodhisattva Never Disrespectful: humility in the face of pride, compassion in the midst of quarrels, and unshakable faith that every being holds the seed of enlightenment. It’s a song of dignity, resilience, and hope—a reminder that no soul is ever abandoned, and we all walk the long road home together.

Lyrics: 
(Verse 1)
I bow to the stranger, ragged and worn,
To the weary heart, to the soul forlorn.
In the mud of sorrow, the lotus will rise,
Every broken spirit still holds the skies.

(Chorus)
Oh, I won’t call you lazy, I won’t call you lost,
The road is long, but we all must cross.
The One Great Vehicle carries us home,
No soul abandoned, no one alone.

(Verse 2)
My pride’s like dust, let the wind take it down,
No need to lift myself by pushin’ you around.
Your light’s still hidden, but it shines in kind,
Every soul’s a Buddha, in body and mind.

(Chorus)
Oh, I won’t call you lazy, I won’t call you lost,
The road is long, but we all must cross.
The One Great Vehicle carries us home,
No soul abandoned, no one alone.

(Bridge – spoken or sung, with harmonica fills)
Even when the stones are thrown at me,
I bow, I bow, sayin’ what I see:
“You will be a Buddha, just wait and see.”

(Chorus – repeat, with fuller harmony)
Oh, I won’t call you lazy, I won’t call you lost,
The road is long, but we all must cross.
The One Great Vehicle carries us home,
No soul abandoned, no one alone.

The Bow That Sees

The Threefold Crown Blues is a soulful folk-blues track inspired by Nichiren’s teaching of the Three Virtues — Sovereign, Teacher, and Parent. The song weaves together raw acoustic blues with gospel-style call-and-response, capturing the struggle of human authority and the wholeness found only in the Buddha’s integrated wisdom, compassion, and protective vow. With slide guitar, harmonica, and choir harmonies, this track is both a lament and a hymn of resilience, pointing to the crown of truth that never fails.

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Lyrics: 

(Verse 1)
Mama’s love is warm as dawn,
But her skill can’t carry me on.
Daddy wisdom sharp as flame,
But without love, it cuts the same.

(Chorus)
Oh, Sovereign, Teacher, Parent true,
One heart of wisdom, love, and rule.
Only the Buddha holds that crown,
He lifts the lost, He won’t let us down.

(Verse 2)
A ruler’s hand, strong and sure,
But without mercy, power turns cruel.
Each one shines, but none complete,
Fragments scattered beneath my feet.

(Chorus)
Oh, Sovereign, Teacher, Parent true,
One heart of wisdom, love, and rule.
Only the Buddha wears that crown,
He walks beside us on this ground.

(Bridge – Call & Response)
Call: Who will guide me through the night?
Response: The Buddha’s vow, His endless light.
Call: Who will keep me safe from harm?
Response: Compassion’s hand, wisdom’s arm.

(Final Chorus – Slow & Rising)
Oh, Sovereign, Teacher, Parent true,
One flame of love, one light that’s new.
The threefold crown is whole at last,
The Buddha’s truth will hold us fast.

The Threefold Crown Blues

The Non-Contempt Blues

"The Non-Contempt Blues" is a grounded acoustic folk and blues spiritual that draws its central narrative from the ancient Buddhist text, the Lotus Sūtra. Set to a slow, fingerpicked rhythm reminiscent of Delta and Piedmont blues, the song explores the esoteric ethical mandate of the "Third Peaceful Practice"—the uncompromising command to eliminate spiritual arrogance and never condemn another individual's potential for enlightenment, even in the chaotic "Latter Day of the Law." The lyrics champion the figure of Bodhisattva Never Disrespectful, who endured physical abuse and scorn for simply bowing and declaring that all beings possess the inherent potential for Buddhahood. It is a meditation on resilience and humility, arguing that maintaining inner peace and respect for others is the only way to successfully propagate truth without disturbance [Query]. The track is raw, contemplative, and ultimately uplifting, demonstrating that true spiritual power lies not in outward display, but in unwavering, non-judgmental reverence for the inherent dignity of all life.  

Lyrics: 

(Key of Am, Slow Tempo, Fingerpicked Acoustic Guitar)

(Verse 1: Setting the Scene - The Third Practice)
Said the Buddha to Mañjuśrī, son, the road ahead is rough.
When the Latter Day comes down heavy, and the world has had enough .
Don’t look down on the seeker, though his practice seems too slow.   
Don’t call him a sloth, don’t tell him he’s got nowhere to go.
If you whisper a mean word, a conflict you invite.
‘Cause every soul’s got that true nature burning bright.   

(Chorus)
Gotta bow down low, gotta keep the peace in your mind .
Gotta clear out the pride, leave the jealousy behind.   
When the world throws its shadows, your wisdom shines like the sun .
You preach without disturbance, brother, ‘til the hard work is done.   

(Verse 2: The Story of Never Disrespectful)
Old Sadāparibhūta, he walked that dusty ground.   
Didn’t carry a scripture, didn’t make a boastful sound.   
He’d meet the scornful monk, he’d meet the angry wife.   
He just bowed deep and declared, "You’ll surely reach the highest life!".   
They threw stones at his head, they chased him with a stick.   
He ran down the alley, shouting that truth quick.   
His heart held no resentment, no grudge or angry thought.   
He knew the power of the seed that Bodhisattvas brought.   

(Chorus)
Gotta bow down low, gotta keep the peace in your mind .
Gotta clear out the pride, leave the jealousy behind.   
When the world throws its shadows, your wisdom shines like the sun.
You preach without disturbance, brother, ‘til the hard work is done.   

(Bridge: The Reward)
If you purify your heart, the sword won't touch your tongue .
Heavenly beings gather, keepin’ you safe from dusk ‘til dawn.   
You plant the seeds of justice, you sow the path of reverence.   
And all those you respected, they become your truest friends.
A great multitude gathers, to receive the Marvelous Law.

(Outro)
Yeah, they're gonna hear it, and they're gonna keep it too.
Don't you ever disrespect, don't you ever disrespect...    
Gotta bow down low...
(Guitar fades out slowly with a single, sustained chord)

The Non-Contempt Blues

The Fearless Vow Blues is a folk-blues retelling of Chapter 13 of the Lotus Sūtra, where Medicine King and countless Bodhisattvas step forward to promise the Buddha they will spread the Dharma fearlessly, even in an age of corruption and hostility. With acoustic guitar, harmonica, and gospel-tinged rhythms, the song walks through the vow, the prophecy of persecution, the Buddha’s rejection of superficial promises, and the dramatic emergence of the Bodhisattvas of the Earth.

This track blends gritty blues storytelling with timeless spiritual truth — carrying the vow of “not sparing body or life” into a modern voice. It’s a song about courage, rejection, deep roots, and the kind of faith that shines brightest when the world turns dark.

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Lyrics:
(Verse 1: The Buddha’s Call)
(Acoustic guitar, steady walking bass)
The Buddha looked around, saw the final hour,
Said, “The age ahead is cruel, and wickedness has power.”
He called out to the sages, “Who will take the post?
To carry on the truth, when I give up the ghost?”

(Chorus: The Fearless Vow)
Oh, we are the messengers, no fear left to spend,
We won’t spare our bodies, we’ll fight till the end.
We’ll preach the Dharma, though the world turns cold,
Buddha, don’t you worry, this vow’s carved in gold.

(Verse 2: The Enemies)
(Harmonica, low and mournful)
We know the bitter trials the future’s gonna bring,
Three kinds of enemies sharpening their sting.
The angry common people, cursing with their breath,
And jealous false priests, who wish us to our death.

They’ll conspire with the mighty, twist the crown around,
Try to drive the Dharma Votary out of every town.

(Chorus: The Fearless Vow)
(With more grit and harmony)
Oh, we are the messengers, no fear left to spend,
We won’t spare our bodies, we’ll fight till the end.
We’ll preach the Dharma, though the world turns cold,
Buddha, don’t you worry, this vow’s carved in gold.

(Bridge: The Rejection)
(Music slows, minor chord shift)
But the Lord looked on and said, “Your vow is good and true,
Yet your roots in this dark world aren’t deep enough for you.
I need more than courage, more than belief,
I need disciples bound by time beyond grief.”

(Verse 3: The Earth Bodhisattvas)
(Music swells, gospel touch, harmonies rising)
Then the ground began to tremble, the earth let out a cry,
And countless golden figures came rising to the sky.
The Bodhisattvas of the Earth, trained in ages long before,
The true disciples chosen for the vow that would endure.

Yeah, their bond runs deeper, a tie that will not break,
The ones ordained to finish, for all living beings’ sake.

(Outro: The Deep Root)
(Harmonica wails, guitar fades on Am)
The truth is in the deep root, the wisdom in the ground,
Only the oldest bond can carry the final sound.

The Fearless Vow Blues

Sometimes the deepest truths can't be explained—they have to be sung.

This folk blues track takes ancient Buddhist wisdom from the Lotus Sutra and translates it into American roots music. It's about that moment when thinking stops and something deeper takes over. When the sound itself becomes the teaching.

The Buddha said his wisdom was too vast for words. So he gave us something better: a practice, a rhythm, a chant that works on you whether you understand it or not. This song follows that same spirit—letting the groove and the syllables do the work.

From the transformed city where seekers stop too soon, to Medicine King's ancient incantations, to the Daimoku that condenses everything into six syllables—this is the story of how sound becomes a bridge to what can't be spoken.

No fancy theology required. Just open your ears, let it roll over you, and see where it takes you.
Recorded in the spirit of front porch wisdom and midnight revelations.

Inspired by teachings on dhāraṇī as non-conceptual upāya—the unspoken teaching that lives in vibration, not explanation.

🎸 Acoustic blues • Spiritual folk • Dharma music

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: 
Well the Buddha woke up from his meditation deep 
Said "What I know, y'all, it's way too wide to keep 
In words and explanations, logic won't get through— 
This wisdom's like the ocean, deeper than the blue"

Chorus: 
So I'm gonna chant it, not gonna think it through 
Just let that sound roll over, let it work on you 
Don't need to understand it, don't need to know why 
Just open up your mouth now, let that dharma fly

Verse 2: 
Those old-time monks, they thought they had it made 
Reached a little peace and then they stopped and stayed 
But the Buddha said "Keep walking, that city ain't real— 
I got something bigger for you, if you can learn to feel"

Chorus: 
So I'm gonna chant it, not gonna think it through 
Just let that sound roll over, let it work on you 
Don't need to understand it, don't need to know why 
Just open up your mouth now, let that dharma fly

Bridge: 
Medicine-King stood up, said "I got something here— 
Ancient words of power that'll cast out fear 
Don't matter what they mean, just say 'em strong and true 
Body, speech, and mind unite—that's all you gotta do"

Verse 3: 
Namu Myoho Renge Kyo—six syllables long 
The whole universe contained inside that song 
You can't think your way to heaven, but you sure can sing 
Let that sound become the bridge, become everything

Final Chorus: 
So we're gonna chant it, ain't gonna think it through 
Let that sound roll over, let it work on you 
The unspoken teaching's in the sound you make 
Open up and holler—that's how you awake

Outro: 
(spoken/half-sung) 
Yeah, the truth's too big for talking 
But it fits inside a song...


The Sound Beyond Words

What if everything you've been told about spiritual progress is backwards?

This song came from reading an ancient Buddhist text—the Lotus Sutra—that completely flips our understanding of how transformation happens. We're taught that meaningful change requires years of effort, countless hours of practice, immense sacrifice. Grind long enough and maybe, just maybe, you'll get somewhere.

But the sutra says something radical: a single moment of genuine joy, one word of heartfelt praise, can carry more weight than a lifetime of striving. Not because effort doesn't matter, but because the quality of your intention—that flash of pure, open-hearted recognition—connects you to something timeless.

It's not about what you know. It's about how you feel when truth lands.

I wanted to capture that paradox in a bluesy folk song—the weariness of the long climb and the sudden liberation of realizing the door was never locked. Fingerpicked guitar, slide guitar crying in the background, a little gospel organ lifting the chorus. It's meant to feel like sitting on a porch at dusk, finally understanding something you've carried for too long.

The song asks: What if the greatest spiritual moment of your life isn't somewhere in the distant future, but available right now, in your very next breath of authentic praise?

Inspired by Chapter 18 of the Lotus Sutra: "The Merits of a Person Who Rejoices"

If this song moves you, that moment of feeling—that's not nothing. That might be everything.
🎵 Bluesy Folk | Acoustic Gospel | Americana

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1]
I been climbing this mountain for so many years
Counting every step, every prayer, every tear
Thinking I gotta earn my way through heaven's door
With a lifetime of labor and a whole lot more
But the old sutra whispers something strange to my ear

[Chorus]
One word of praise, that's all it takes
One moment of joy when your heart breaks awake
One word of praise to every Buddha that's been
Every Buddha that is, every Buddha again
One word of praise—that's the gate, that's the key
One moment of joy sets the whole cosmos free

[Verse 2]
They say you can't think your way to the promised land
The wise men try but they don't understand
So forget what you know, just feel what is true
The rarest flower ain't the teaching—it's you
With your heart wide open and your willing hand

[Chorus]
One word of praise, that's all it takes
One moment of joy when your heart breaks awake
One word of praise to every Buddha that's been
Every Buddha that is, every Buddha again
One word of praise—that's the gate, that's the key
One moment of joy sets the whole cosmos free

[Bridge - Sparse, questioning]
The scarcity ain't in the signal, friend
It's in the static filling up your head
Can you tune your receiver to the right frequency?
Can you cut through the noise and just let yourself be?

[Verse 3]
Your intention's a time machine, can't you see?
When you aim at the truth, you're already free
That single word echoes through eternity
Past and future bow down to your honesty
You're standing at the start of the Bodhisattva's road

[Chorus - Full, celebratory]
One word of praise, that's all it takes
One moment of joy when your heart breaks awake
One word of praise to every Buddha that's been
Every Buddha that is, every Buddha again
One word of praise—that's the gate, that's the key
One moment of joy sets the whole cosmos free

[Outro - Return to intimate]
So what if the greatest thing you'll ever do
Is waiting in the very next moment for you?
Just one word of praise
One simple word of praise
Hallelujah—one word of praise

[End with sustained resolution]

One Word of Praise

This one's for anyone who's ever felt like they were reading the recipe for life but still going hungry. "Gonna Get My Hands Dirty" is a folk-blues story that digs into some old, powerful parables: one about a house on fire where the people inside are too busy playing to notice the danger , and another about a king's son who forgets his inheritance and has to work his way back to remembering his own worth.  

It's a song about the simple, gritty truth that wisdom isn't found on a page—it's earned in the dirt, in the work, and in the choice to act with compassion. It’s about rolling up your sleeves and realizing that the only way to make things real is to get your hands dirty.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sūtra, this track is built on a foundation of raw acoustic guitar, weeping slide, and a wailing harmonica. For fans of story-driven folk and blues that asks the big questions.

Lyrics: 

(Acoustic guitar intro, slow and steady like a train rhythm)

(Verse 1)
The roof is on fire, the floorboards are hot
But the children are playin' with the toys they got
Don't see the danger, don't see the rot
In this burnin' house, they've already forgot.
A man stands outside, he's callin' their name
Says, "I got you somethin' better than this foolish game."
He don't waste his time tryin' to explain the flame
He just knows the gettin' out is the whole aim.   

(Chorus)
'Cause you can read the recipe 'til your eyes go blind
But the truth ain't on the page, it's what you do and find.
Gotta get your hands dirty in this world of mine
'Cause readin' ain't the same as cookin' when it's supper time.

(Verse 2)
I was a king's son, but I ran from my home
For fifty long years, I was destined to roam.
Dressed in rags and sorrow, chilled to the bone
Forgot the great fortune that I'd always owned.
I stumbled back home, but I didn't know the place
Saw my own father, but couldn't see his face.
He saw my shame, my fall from grace
And knew the whole truth would make me flee the space.   

(Verse 3)
So he hired me on for a poor man's pay
To shovel the dirt at the close of the day.
For twenty long years, he showed me the way
Built me back slowly, come what may.
He never once told me, "Son, you are my heir"
He just let my own work chase off my despair.
'Til I was strong enough, the real truth to bear
That the whole damn kingdom was always my share.   

(Chorus)
You can read the recipe 'til your eyes go blind
But the truth ain't on the page, it's what you do and find.
Gotta get your hands dirty in this world of mine
'Cause readin' ain't the same as cookin' when it's supper time.

(Bridge)
Then the ground beneath me started to shake and to groan
And a million helpers rose up from the stone.
They weren't from the heavens, they were flesh and bone
Born of this suffering world, to make it their own.   
They said, "The work ain't 'bout savin' just you from the fire"
"It's about stayin' behind, to lift everyone higher".   

(Chorus)
So I'll read the recipe, but I won't be blind
'Cause the truth ain't on the page, it's in the daily grind.
Gonna get my hands dirty for all of humankind
'Cause readin' ain't the same as cookin', and it's supper time.

(Outro, guitar slows)
Yeah, it's supper time...
Gonna help my brother...
Gonna help my sister...
It's supper time.
(Final chord fades)

Gonna Get My Hands Dirty

"The One That Stays" wrestles with an ancient question: How do ordinary people offer something sacred when the old stories demand the impossible?

Inspired by Buddhist teachings about sacrifice and perseverance, this song explores the tension between spectacular acts of devotion and the quiet heroism of simply continuing—of getting up, showing up, and staying present through hardship. It's about redefining what it means to give your life to something greater: not through dramatic gestures, but through the unglamorous work of enduring for what you believe in.

The song asks: What if the body isn't meant to be destroyed, but to stay? What if the perfect offering isn't burning out, but burning on—day after ordinary day?

For anyone who's ever felt too small, too broken, or too ordinary to matter: this one's for you. The light that changes the world comes from lives that refuse to break.

Bluesy folk pop with soul. A song about resilience, faith, and the sacred ordinary.

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1--Intimate, introspective, stripped back]
They said the old saint lit himself on fire 
Twelve hundred years of light, arms ablaze 
How can I match that pyre 
With my small hands and ordinary days?

The book says we all can wake right here
In this skin, this bone, this very life
But if waking means I disappear—
Then what's the body even for?

[Chorus--Anthemic but earthy, building intensity without losing intimacy]
But the fire is what they do to you 
And you keep walking anyway 
The perfect gift ain't the spectacular view 
It's the only body—the one that stays 
Yeah, the only body is the one that stays

[Verse 2--Intimate, introspective, stripped back]
The teacher said, "You misunderstand the flame" 
The body is the treasure, not the kindling 
It's persecution that will stake your claim 
When you stand for truth while the world is dwindling

Not just any suffering counts, he said 
Only what you bear for what is true 
Not the lost accounts or the emperor dead 
But the dailiness of rising when they come for you

[Chorus--Anthemic but earthy, building intensity without losing intimacy]
'Cause the fire is what they do to you 
And you keep walking anyway 
The perfect gift ain't the spectacular view 
It's the only body—the one that stays 
Yeah, the only body is the one that stays

[Bridge--Vulnerable, space opens up, instruments pull back before final chorus surge]
So I offer up this job, this grief, this bread 
This rising when I'd rather stay in bed 
This helping when I'm barely standing tall 
The mystic law transforms it all— 
Into the flame without the cost 
Of leaving nothing when you're lost

[Verse 3--Intimate, introspective, stripped back]
The light that saves the world, I've learned 
Comes from a life that will not break 
From hands that give, from bridges burned 

From the heart that makes its stand for giving's sake
In this ordinary, unspectacular land 
Where enlightenment blooms in mortal clay—

[Final Chorus--Anthemic but earthy, building intensity without losing intimacy]
Yeah, the fire is what they do to you 
And you keep walking anyway 
The perfect gift ain't the spectacular view 
It's the only body—the one that stays 
The only body—the one that stays 
The only body is the one that stays

The One That Stays

"The Day the Buddha Called My Name" is a powerful acoustic blues-folk track that tells a story of profound spiritual transformation. It speaks to anyone who has felt limited by their own expectations or been searching for their true, unbounded potential.

The song’s narrative is drawn directly from Chapter Nine of the ancient Lotus Sūtra. It begins with the weariness of a disciple who thought they had reached the end of their path in a "low goal" of limited peace (Arhatship). The music then swells dramatically to describe the moment the Buddha confers a Prophecy (Vyākaraṇa), revealing that all beings are destined for the highest, complete state of Buddhahood.  

This assurance sparks an explosive, overwhelming joy, likened to being "sprinkled with sweet dew" (Amṛta) —a symbol of eternal life and spiritual rebirth. The song is a declaration of universal potential, asserting that the single, ultimate path (Ekayāna) is open to everyone, regardless of where they are on their journey.  

It is an anthem about moving from resignation to courageous, dynamic engagement with life, confirming that the greatest realization is inherent within us all.  

Lyrics: 
(Music starts with a slow, steady acoustic guitar riff and a sustained harmonica note, establishing a grounded blues tempo.)

(Verse 1—Guitar and bass rhythm only. Harmonica enters mournfully. Vocal is conversational, weary storytelling. Theme: The limited "rest" of Arhatship.)  I walked the road for forty years or more, 
Thought I’d seen every truth behind the door.  I took my peace, thought my fighting days were done,  Thought I’d reached the Arhat’s rest, beneath the setting sun.  But that Nirvāṇa felt cold, thin, and deep,  A quiet kind of promise that I couldn't keep.  

(Chorus—Dynamic shift. Energy and harmony lift (to relative major). Drums enter. Vocal delivers powerful, Gospel-style conviction and Joy. Lyric emphasis on "Prophecy" and "Sweet Dew.")  Then the Buddha called my name, Lord, He called out loud and clear, 
Wiped away my blindness and He banished all my fear. 
He gave a Prophecy to me, a future guarantee 
That the final path is open, open even unto me. 
Feel that sweet, sweet Dew fall, washes all the sorrow clean 
The boundless potential, wider than I’d ever seen.  

(Verse 2—Return to conversational style.) 
He said the paths you walked, they were a Skillful Means 
Just different kinds of pictures to describe the ancient scenes. 
He said the Three Great Ways, they point to only One wide path 
To turn away from seeking truth invites the Dharma’s wrath. 
We thought we were done, ready for the final sleep, 
But the fire of the Buddha runs so strong and runs so deep.  

(Chorus—Full, powerful repeat. Emphasize universal potential.) 
Then the Buddha called my name, Lord, He called out loud and clear, 
Wiped away my blindness and He banished all my fear. 
He gave a Prophecy to me, a future guarantee 
That the final path is open, open even unto me. 
Feel that sweet, sweet Dew fall, washes all the sorrow clean 
The boundless potential, wider than I’d ever seen.  

(Bridge) 
It ain’t a static state of calm, ain’t just a simple prayer, 
It's the dynamic unfolding, wisdom in the air. 
Gotta take this new assurance, gotta live it right now, 
Gotta work for every being, gotta keep my Bodhisattva vow. 
This Completeness ain't for me alone, it’s for the wide, wide world 
Every single banner must be finally unfurled.  

(Outro—Guitar and Harmonica sustain a fading chord, ending on a note of deep, settled peace.) 
Yeah, the final path is open... for you, and for me. 
The boundless One Vehicle... for all humanity. 
O, that sweet dew... (Harmonica fades slowly) 
Washes me clean.  

The Day the Buddha Called My Name

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

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The Day the Buddha Called My Name

The William Altig Choir

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