the buddha’s lap is full of snow/his testes are retracted./his head is void of yes and know/and dead men’s laws enacted./ignoring cold and hungerthirst/and mudra’d bladder fair to burst/he’s in serenity immersed/and centered, stilled, and placid.

the buddha’s chakras are aglow/attuned to One with All./the fountain by him does not flow/it welcomes flakes to fall./by dusk the snow will them enshroud/make trees no longer barren-boughed/and false existence disallowed:/Nirvana come to call.