Picture a big dying elephant who ate of the Sankhara mushroom
It weak legs crushed under the weight of its flesh,fat and bones
A body built for its own satisfaction, alone, facing a bonfire
Put on this earth by Karma, possessing only right arms,
But none of them are the correct ones to pass judgement
The Trunk has fallen off, unable to provide sustenance
While one of two, a Tusk has become rotten to the bone
Behind it a vast crystalline ocean that it dares to not cross
So it charges towards the fire attempting to succumb glorious
Yet Dharma reveals no truth in its innate actions
It lost the keys to the House while chasing Sanatana
Neglecting Asana of the prime directive, a cause of hernia
In life, it feasted only on the fruit of the ancient Tree of Tamas,
Stomping Ananda the anaconda when it warned of the consequence
It cries out, ‘Maschiach, please..’ but Moksha does not answer
Auteur: David de Vreer | ||
Gecontroleerd door: David de Vreer | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 08 januari 2025 | ||
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