Crystal Blue Sutra

Buddha sits so patiently in
the garden buried under two
feet of snow singing om mani
padhme om all winter long as
the beat angel is out front with
shovel in tow singing I been
workin on the railroad the first
song that his father taught him
all those years ago now before
the dawn under skies crystal blue
with bands of orange as The Star
of the morning bids the day good
bye burning like that lucky ole
Sun rollin round heaven inspiration
move me brightly a badge of honor
for a rite of passage of immaculate
youth while on another plane the
seagull flies with Daniel my brother
and what more can be said in the
still of a morning in a nascent year
where heaven is not in some other
far off place but east of the Sun and
west of the Moon play it, Siddartha
om mani padhme om and Amen too