When I said what it said
When they spit in my face
Didn’t mind it at all
I accept the disgrace
But a pause to consider
The mystical answer
Beats an eon of service
To our own holy master?
A million served lives,
Lived in straight purity…
But some, said the Son,
Will do greater than me?
Since believing a thought
Can’t be right perception
Bodhisattvas will serve up
No concept perfection