I doubt we will ever see a timeless man,
selling wares from a caravan...
or in a circus - cruelty condone,
to make a talk show chair his throne...
sharing greatest hits on mount,
sermons serviced will surmount;
investing by behest will he,
return the pulpit to the people for free.
last night a woman from Tibet,
said be assured, on this you can bet-
in his basket there was none,
we need no money nor a gun.
before his time again come and gone,
we shall rest, together All as One.
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