Guest guest Posted June 8, 2001 Report Share Posted June 8, 2001 Yet, this is what we've made of life -- a positioning of "self" so as to encounter "other" ... and to try to generate a response to "other" ... O Lordy! Tony Gita 'Tony' won't talk to 'Joycey' In our daffy, sappy sandbox, Is he Weird? Is he Afeerd? Veggie Guy needs a de-tox? He's shitless and witless And has brought out a frown. We are playing so nicely but He keeps putting us down. His shakti is sulky, His Brahman is bulky, His Vishnu needs tissue, His siddhi quite gritty, You will choke on his Sloka, In his Vritti no pity, His Japa all yapa His Buddhi all shouldhi, His I AM? Confused. There ain't nothing worth having, And nothing worth being, Into this one simple notion, Beings seeing are freeing. What to do about Tony? Is it fun to be phoney? In light there's no fright, So we can't leave him behind. A wart on dear toady, An old foggy yogi, He's flinging his clinging At all far and wide, If he weren't married already, I'd shout, "Get him a bride!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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