CHRISTBUDDHAMAS
Strip down to the bare essentials
That’s what it’s all about
Be born for the last time
Lay yourself down in a feeding trough
Or at the foot of a Bo tree
And the world will come round to you
Let there be only this sight
Hear only this Word
Taste only this bread and wine
Smell only this incense
Touch only the deathless with this body
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