In Praise of the Buddha
If a man's thoughts are muddy,
If he is reckless and full of deceit,
How can he wear the yellow robe?
Whoever is master of his own nature,
Bright, clear and true,
He may indeed wear the yellow robe.
Wandering through woodland and copses
I prayed for hours and saw Bodhi tree
In order to understand Buddha
I must be close to Buddha
So I offer oblation and exclaim:
You are the spirit
You are illuminated state of Grace’.
Start pure insights.
Thus all nature seems in love
Transcend virtue and vice, love-hate;
Beyond, far beyond
Beauty from inmost soul radiates,
Touches space fragrant o'er medula.
This is the dance,
The dance of soul
The nectar, & only the nectar.
Nuclear scorpions, spy satellites
Ask questions to receive communications from the spirits.
The only truth is Middle Path
Having this you have everything
Vision-questing saves you from bigotry, extremism.
In the new millennium
Satan is going too far
The innocent children and women die in Iraq and Syria
Their ghosts will ask you
About these crimes