The Dalai Lama speaks to me:
“You need Nirvana – Freedom, see?
No longer one but with the All
Unseparate – it’ll be a ball”
“I tell him ‘Dally, you don’t know
My A’bugs, do you? Could I show
Her to you you would see my need
To temper heaven with some greed
“I must be separate enough
To see and hold her – or else, tough!
Before my atoms you dissever
They must mingle with hers forever”
He says “Just seen her! What a one!
I’ll fix the metaphysics, son
Ever together,” “Thank you, Kun”