There is a place I know
called W Tree as strange
a name as the sea of tranquility.
From Gelantipy Road
you can hear the monks chanting
Om Mani Padme Hum.
May this bliss purify me from
jealousy, lust, and desire.
May my hungry ghosts leave
my table after meal time,
and may all my flirtatious Gods
dance lonely in the flickering light,
and the great wheel turns, as does
the earth, and high in the sky
circles the great eagle, waiting
on his prey.