THE BUDDHA

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When those feet tasted the first dust

A deep sorrow misted his heart

A violent storm choked blue flow

The lotus seemed to lost its glow

 

A deep sorrow misted his heart

All entangled in dream’s meshes

The lotus seemed to lost its glow

The lion’s out snapping the net

 

All entangled in dream’s meshes

Nettle-desire had broken sting

The lion’s out snapping the net

Paths carved for the brave to follow

 

Nettle-desire had broken sting

Luster found the old home once lost

Paths carved for the brave to follow

Golden lotus bloomed on His trail

 

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