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Would that by Hindu magic we became
Dark monks of jeweled India long ago,
Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to know
The foolishness of gold and love and station,
The gospel of the Great Renunciation,
The ragged cloak, the staff, the rain and sun,
The beggar's life, with far Nirvana gleaming:
Lord, make us Buddhas, dreaming.
Vachel Lindsay
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Read poems about / on: magic, rain, dark, sun, life, love, dream
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Terence George Craddock (2/11/2010 3:42:00 AM)
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An interesting turn in the history of the world, the pivotal birth of a religion, Prince Siddartha, rejects Hinduism and inspires the founding of Buddhism. Yet it is so interesting that India largely rejects Buddhism, which spreads its desired path of peace, in other lands throughout the world.
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