Ghosts of Qianku

In the large nation that nests The Azure Dragon that now rests There is a town with no pests Where ghosts slain by the dragon rests Who were angels of light sent Linger and worship to the present Within the sun’s sight so bright In accordance with the moon’s light These ghosts wear clothes of pure white To mourn for those trapped in life’s night Who will be reborn again Till they see the living Mani’s zen In the Sunlight Buddha’s beams And the Moonlight Buddha’s dreams Ghosts worship these twins in teams Once knowing that these twins were streams That carried souls from nightmares To their living family who cares Within the Buddha Mani’s will According to the moon’s skill No blood of flesh is to spill No flesh is used to get a fill These ghosts eat only things grown From what the sun’s light has kindly sown In the Buddha’s light so nice And in their ancestor’s advice Ghosts that roam the rivers and ice Eat only three bites of white rice In memory of the meals They all once welcomed and how food feels In incense smoke to ponder Where the dragon breathed much thunder These spirits do not wander Into other realms and maunder In the large nation that homes The Azure Dragon that now roams