Vipassana Notes By Vera Polozkova Translation
In meditation drowned a sadhu once young
Yellow teethed, skinny with a sharp smell aura
Over night with a thick bristle of grass for cattle
Over week - it's dust and spider's web fora,
Over month - like goose-foot or like nettle.
Inside opens such a nice view to the strong-willed
Where a wave's cutting a ray of bright sunlight.
Where live those who have seen the light in the night
And in empty existence are those killed or who killed,
Where small magic planets with pits
Are moving along its magic orbits.
Well carry on, you freshly shaved account clerk,
Sleep on clean and smell of honey milk, be smart.
Hold on to the flame thrower as strangers stare.
He has a very special place right behind his heart,
One day he'll surely take you there.
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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