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To the Incense Stick
PremaSagar
Veteran
Incense stick falling before the Buddha made of stone
Prepare to become ashes at the bottom of his seat
Give him what you can loan
Falling once again before his holy feet
Gracefully surrendering your will in the heat of flame
Holding still till you submit as ashes still and tame
I chant as your aroma curls around it's holy frame
I sing to you stick that bent
Who sent to the Buddha a vanilla scent
May your smoke be wafted into the nostrils of the thus come one on Vulture's peak
The one who the suffering and bewildered seek
And may it's sweet residue linger there till I have done as the bodhisattvas have done
Till I have a lion's seat won
Or rather for kalpas upon kalpas be there ever more
For that beautiful friend whom I adore
Prepare to become ashes at the bottom of his seat
Give him what you can loan
Falling once again before his holy feet
Gracefully surrendering your will in the heat of flame
Holding still till you submit as ashes still and tame
I chant as your aroma curls around it's holy frame
I sing to you stick that bent
Who sent to the Buddha a vanilla scent
May your smoke be wafted into the nostrils of the thus come one on Vulture's peak
The one who the suffering and bewildered seek
And may it's sweet residue linger there till I have done as the bodhisattvas have done
Till I have a lion's seat won
Or rather for kalpas upon kalpas be there ever more
For that beautiful friend whom I adore
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