The Indian guru's
mantra of the day,
tho' somewhat strange,
goes this way...
'When words fail
and at a loss,
contemplate aural hygiene
with transcendental floss.'
Categories:
maharishi, fun, humor, humorous, silly,
Form: Rhyme
. for public domain
Transcendent places, from where speech returns,
where heavy hearts sigh, a pensive soul yearns,
where minds are wide open with nothing in sight,
where swords are not drawn, but steady the knight.
Here, all the world is ready at hand,
to bring forth a miracle or something as grand,
to squeeze out a tear from eyes red and dry,
to burst out in stars and fill up the sky.
"Delicate, delicate" the Maharishi proclaimed,
"Everything is possible here." No need for shame.
Open the heart and the world opens too.
Open yourself. Everything is for you.
Categories:
maharishi, silence, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
Al’z hammered but game
That life-is-death syncopation thang
is how the master described old age
And there was nothing to be done
for it as the Maharishi Budh Moham Red
became a child again on his deathbed,
lost the last remnants of control,
his pants, biologically speaking
and kicked the bucket, passed on,
disappeared…died.
Even animals feel empathy, just but observe
the slaughter of their kin
So imagine my surprise at the Budh
wisdom revealed, routinely, as I drove
for my meal only to be amazed by the
fact
that I could not remember what my home
looked like, where it was, astonished
at the failure beyond my control.
Heaven is attained
or is it decreed?
Exonerated by faith
that somewhere in time I remember.
Haunted by my poor timing.
From Light Gets Bent Entering Water
Categories:
maharishi, bereavement, longing, sympathy,
Form: Free verse
"The world is, as we are" - Yogi Maharishi.
Everyone will know if you have won a jackpot,
but a few will know if you have found God
in the misty mountains of Tibet.
People can tell you that you are doing fine,
while they know your mortgage will run
you bankrupt.
We know others' lives more and better than we know ours.
Welcome to the society we've made for ourselves...
Categories:
maharishi, humanity, identity, imagery, life,
Form: Free verse
Modern life, what can I say?
Bring on the time travel holiday
1967, I am on my way
Summer of Love, where I long to be
every tune, everywhere, so very groovy
see the moon, a purple square of LSD.
Head in the clouds and i'm gone
I feel like such a lucky John
revolving records play my song
33s and 45s, what a time to be alive.
I may have had, too much to think
ecstatically my minds eye doth blink.
The happy times and innocence
meetin Maharishi, smell the incense
it all makes cosmic divine sense
open your mind to consciousness.
People grooving to the Byrds
instead of MOO-ving in materialistic herds.
Hippies wear flowers in their hair
Like Thunderclap Newton, something's in the air!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
maharishi, music, travel, time,
Form: Rhyme