" OH, LITTLE BUDDHA "

Come forth oh little Buddha
From the quiet of the palace trees
From the shackles of religious beliefs
And breathe in the new moon's air
Where the view, is a vision
Where once I saw the Pope undressed
And bathing in this, the same new moon
As you and all who were awake
At this very moment, all over the world
Come build that dome in the air
That dome of light, where even the blind
Could see
Where there was no longer a need
For a row of palace trees
But only
The garden where golden seeds
Grew, to noble deeds
Come forth oh little Buddha
Breathe in
The new moon's air
And exhale
A labor of Love...

Tony Taylor.  (Chicago)