RAINING BUDDHAS FROM THE SKY
Once upon a time the meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem clothed in celestial light.
Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
They flew straight through the sky of life
And rested on a beam of light,
Then in glitter ... danced ...
RAINING BUDDHAS FROM THE SKY
