Little Rasa walked off alone to broaden her sight
An orb flew out from the depths of the night!
'Tu whit too-woo!Who are you?"

Choose now, it said all up in her head
Choose! It bellowed and croaked with all its fluttering might
She seemed to twinkle: and Rasa walked off alone in the night.

"Budhha nature".. A fat man shimmered up, knowing and meek.
Robes of Red and Orange, he smiled and went on before Rasa could speak.
"Budhha nature. Budhha- naature is what you seek."

To the face before you were born (that was my face too)
there is one golden path; it will reveal itself to you!
It is you you seek! Not I, I say!
It is the formless to whom those who were before the ancients prayed.

Then the smiler's face froze as the chit of a girl grew bold
"What? Half of it was in parentheses of what you just told.
There is heaven, there is hell! A thin loon on a horse whizzed in!
His head bobbed up and down. He spat. "Learn the rules of the town you are in!"
 
It's a sick world. Sick, sick, sick.