a saffron
shrouded sun
the buddha
delivering us from
the womb of samsara
the buddha, dharma and sangha
wesak day
on the merit sharing table
a thousand light flickers
ego, too little of it
a rat would beat
you to a goal
too much of it
a tower of babel
would rise
from the ground
a great wall
scales the mountains
to reach the moon
angels grow horns
to challenge
God's plans
upsetting
whole creation
a great cauldron
is needed
to melt down
great egos
the buddha helps
troubled souls
scattering
enlightenment seeds
that sprout
and bloom profusely
on the eight fold path
to welcome them
to the kingdom of nirvana
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