220th Chorus

Pieces of precious emerald and jade
Come from igneous rock once on fire,
Erupted through a volcano, sandstone,
Came out oozing in crevices
Pieces of light long buried in the earth
Are diamonds and floods of them.
“Amen the Jewel in the Lotus!”
Prays the Tibetan Saint with Prayerwheel,
“Om Mani Padhme Hum,”
He wants to pile up credit
Like the jewel in the rock
So that when he’s found
The doves will have laid aground
Eggs of bright amethystine
Wallowing splendorous decay,
Kings of Ore, art of fathers
Handed to sons, fire and air.
Kingdoms have been founded on diamonds,
Emeralds and pearls, and walkways
Of padded lily milky meshed
And crushed in holy feet, Maha
Graha Sattva, Being of Great Power,
Fortunes in Wisdom, Stores of Love.
      Mountains rise high, diamonds shine,
      Men ride high the alumpshine
             The lump sunshine
             Delicious is the taste of Porcupine