Tag: Mahayana
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A Saint below the Tree
And I saw the Buddha;sitting under a tree exotic.Its foliage aureated,and on each of it sat a firefly. A shimmering pearl on a seashell,that’s exactly what they resembled!Those leaflets and those glow-worms;that tree heavenly and that man-divine… That gold-leafed evergreen,was bedecked with blooms bright.Like the rain descends drop-by-drop,they came down slowly by-and-by that night.Venerating perhaps-the…