LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
Immutable and ultimate?
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And all our mortal moments are A session of the Infinite What an insight! A splendid poem.
There is great inspiration behind 2nd and 3rd stanzas; they seem to come from a high overhead plane. The rest-professionally perfect.
Nice poem