Thoughts

I fold my palms to worship Him, 
And meditate thro' love.
I place the blossoms one by one. 
And lift my eyes above.

I see Samsara's mighty vast. 
And sorrow's yearning fate, 
But thro' the law the Dhamma's taught 
I sense a pathway great;

"Oh may that Noble Eightfold way 
Be sensed by you and me. 
For on this Holy Wesak Day. 
'Tis my true gift to thee! "

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