Would that by Hindu magic we became <br />Dark monks of jeweled India long ago, <br />Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to know <br />The foolishness of gold and love and station, <br />The gospel of the Great Renunciation, <br />The ragged cloak, the staff, the rain and sun, <br />The beggar's life, with far Nirvana gleaming: <br />Lord, make us Buddhas, dreaming.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buddha/
