no more Walmart Vedanta!
All these thousand-petaled lotuses
floating around without roots
doing Bipolar Yoga:
non-dualism in the forehead,
Tantra in the groin.
A quote from Mira Bai
and you long for the Lord of moonlight,
but one verse from the Avadhut
and all is empty space, that is,
until you smell the pizza.
Friend, these aren't glimmers of moksha:
they're just states of mind.
What comes and goes can't be Truth.
Your guru costs you money
but the cost of wisdom is death
to shopping around.
Sex has many disguises: touching your brow
to the master's naked feet
is one of them.
And nobody's more stuck
that a horny non-dualist.
So if your thousand petaled lotus
don't sprinkle a withered flower.
Get real, get down
to the root.