a poem about the mantrayana called "remember to chant"

Let us chant these words
as we are bound through our blood
until the moment our beating hearts rest.

Let us chant these words
holding tight to our promise
until it is time to forget.

Let us chant these words,
never to be spoken.
Never remembered,
yet never uncertain.

And if the dead wind whispers,
cling to the mountain,
cling to the forest.
Remembering the words
while reaping the harvest.

Like the heart of a hurricane,
stillness in the eye.
We've woven our circles
protecting this time.

The drums will be beating
as the sounds of our fists.
crushing every phantom,
and all living deaths.

Let the blood flow heavy
from their wounds so unkind.
Lets dance upon this field
while a boat congeals.

And upon this sacred vessel,
together we'll move
across endless oceans
collecting the jettisoned.