26 october 2011
On My Deathbed
On my deathbed I lay,
The sculptor of my life,
I had stood in the way of nature,
To pump up my pile.
My attitudes I grew,
Looting from day to day,
My mantra was 'O Money',
Stabbing everyone in my way.
I strutted on the knife's edge,
Misused the scriptural sayings,
My attachment caused bondage,
Which withdrew my internal savings.
I had looked for a guru,
To give me some guiding,
What good is a guru?
My ego started talking.
Could I light up my money?
To brighten the corridor,
That runs after death,
To the other shore.
Though highly evolved technologically,
I missed the resources within,
I'm rich in inner poverty,
Yamantaka has begun to grin.
28 september 2025
Jaga
28 september 2025
absynt
26 september 2025
wiesiek
26 september 2025
wiesiek
24 september 2025
wiesiek
24 september 2025
absynt
23 september 2025
Jaga
19 september 2025
absynt
19 september 2025
ajw
17 september 2025
wiesiek