Laughing Buddha sat in rainbow sunset.
His cane leaning, by bended leg, against his cushioned rose-beige throne.
The braided carpet was the freshly-ploughed earth beneath
His kingly feet.
We paid court on him, sang songs, made merry
At his table of plenty –
No need had we for wine as he gazed
From us to his Fair Helen, even more beautiful to him.
That sparkling love spilled out upon us
Staining us with brilliant light
And we rejoiced.
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