On Attaining Buddhahood 

Silhouetted against fire,
In the dead of night,
The strange mystic figure of a lama
Performing as if some tantric rites of medieval time
Smoke rising in front of him,
In shape of a ghost.
Eerie feeling arising in my bosom
Whom is the lama worshipping?
Perhaps his Buddha, his Salvator, his God.
I wake up --
I am worshipping too,
My Resurrector, my Messiahmy Love.