102nd Chorus

“See to it that he never ends,”
        they might have added anyhow.

One never dies,
       One’s never born
               So sing the optimists
Of holy old religion,
       trying to assuage –

Your shoes may look nice,
        your baby buggies neater,
               but one dies,
                one’s born.

What the Tathagata of Buddhism

The Prophet of Buddhahood
       is that
       is really
       born nor dies

  But that Ignorance is its Prince,
  The essence never moved
  From folded magnificence.