W Tree

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.

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