amount of light was used, and they paid promptly and cheerfully,

Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to know

The foolishness of gold and love and station,

The gospel of the Great Renunciation,

The ragged cloak, the staff, the rain and sun,

The beggar's life, with far Nirvana gleaming:

Lord, make us Buddhas, dreaming.

A Prayer to All the Dead Among Mine Own People

Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?