Patrick Fleskes
Mediations on the Bhagavad Gita
An' now I hope the world shines on,
All bearin' leafy green similes
In-between atmospheric distortion,
Perceivin' distance makes Van Goth blush,
Rosey flesh, undercook'd peace,
With side orders of bliss.
"All the world is green", we'll say,
In passin', tho the word not need utterance,
Meanin' is innate t' life, whom only understands matter,
Is there truth greater than atoms? pure energy?
Oh come now, human entanglements are merely attachments,
Latch off!!! Disconnect!!! We'll be free, we'll be with eyes open'd,
Bhudda's all!!!
Impermanent nature of object reality,
Pain an' pleasure an illusion’d sphere,
All birth'd men an' women all bathe in sight,
Of eyes glassy orb containin' summation of universe,
All spherical bodies an' essences,
A perfect shape for existence!
Somethin' physic's musta dreamt up in beautiful, lustrous sleep,
Sleepin' of sleep, a dream is another orb trapped inside another holy body,
The universe is merely a Matryoshka doll,
An' Russian carpenters must be humor'd saints,
Less desolate than most! Spreadin' their onion skinned philosophy,
So trivially.
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