Majesty of the earth and of the skies
Sweet lama, lover, praised in Angel reprise
Adores thee, rings resplendent round Tibet's
Sinuous rills, doth suffering, pain abet
Adam not the first of all the men
God's wisdom start in Buddha, his mind sung when
Shorn of all illusion he dreamt truth
With majesty and beauty rare forsooth

Majesty of the heart rarely beheld
In forests of your wisdom I lusting have felled
For truths of gold, gleam beauteous, wonderfully:
No you, no I, only one heart, we
A Buddha being mind as strong as mountain
Inspire devotions pour forth from time's fountain
As watchful Kali, graceful Bodhitsava
Impart the truth of time to questing lamas

We need thee, not forgetting Shiva, meditates sublime
Who see through fogs of war in silver font of time
For his dreams the cosmos enchanted clime
His heart creation's rhythm and it's rhyme
Beyond the cradle, far past static grave
Bodhitsava soul for eternity saved
At least those tongues of peace that have behaved
Or at least declined to behave like knaves

Majesty of the skies and of the earth
Protector of the hungering heart and hurting hearth
Your wisdom? Truth, of incessant birth
Your presence warm my heart breadth of its girth
Know Love will be found even in Love's dearth
Even as battles of life creep coy by stealth
Conspire to put you in poor and bitter health
But not even time can sully your spirit's wealth

There is nothing to fear we are all one God
That cosmic music I rancorous applaud
All the world is love and throbbing light
Therein my soul soar free, take dancing flight
There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you
Truth wherein my scared, sad spirit grew
A Buddha sing where Love apace:
Imagine all the people, living life in peace!

Was Lennon lama of the west?
Surely worked at Love's behest
My angel of the celestial democracy
Wits and wills vanquished devil's drab autocracy
Kindred flames remember him
In earnest passion, rancour of sweet cherubim
That Angel, who desired to aspire
On burnished wings of rainbow fire

You both share wisdom, wits and charms
Beckon learning child to feed from thy generous palms
Like Jesus, wizened as Bodhi too
This the history peacemakers knew
None divide by creed, class, name
All just observers of the flame
That burgeon, flourish deep within
Our one heart, God's cherubim