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What meditation retreat?
How to meditate?
Who is he?
He has mastered tens of languages
Those extinct from old age; those distinct from a www page; even future succinct not known to the sage
He learnt millions, even billions of words, he is a top genius among the nerds
Many many titles he adores, so many, he cannot exit the doors
He surpassed all the old ones known, yet at home he is alone
When he enters the room where he dwell, not a single language can stand without rebel
Trillion grammar rules vanish leaving not a single stone, as born he remains with nothing he own
A brief thought and to the e-social he connects, and in no time someone he affects
Unaware of himself, the inner and the outer get erect, finally somebody else to infect
Mistakes, typos, and punctuations he starts to correct, some positive feedback the ego waits to collect
His boredom on others he subjects, in this wholeness, there is nothing he respects
When someone him reflects, his mind cannot take it, it immediately objects
Till dawn, all what comes his way he continues to dissect, while the wholeness hoping he would it detect
Finally he falls in defect, his true self all night he has neglect
He decided to go to a meditation retreat
Myriad words for eternity in his mind, but with all this knowledge, to himself he is not kind
In the meditation retreat, his friends address him with pleasance, their attempts go through him, they feel no presence
To connect to the same his self yearns, but the thoughts dwell on what he earns
The friends encourage him to change his ways, if he stays like this, it would not take much till the end of his days
They invite him to hang out with them, to enjoy the sun and its rays; but he cannot help it, the ideas consume him, how his salary to raise?
Happy and joyful they listen to the bird, he though wonders what have they heard?
Vivid beautiful peacocks walk by him in a herd; where are they? he cannot see, his vision is blurred
He tried to explore intimacy - in the mind
Mahāmudrā he takes for a concept of an idea, he thinks one can buy it in a pizzeria
Rejecting and ridiculousing the whispers of the heart, he goes on thinking that he is smart
Unease and discomfort he feels even near Maria; meeting him, instead of composing the Royal Song, Saraha might have run to Tanzania
The thousand-petaled lotus blooming and flowering in the tropical warmth of the feminine he cannot take; no wonder, in his boredom he is baked
Mind in a meditation retreat?
When one cannot see, and inside the mind is like a bee, all the stink one regularly needs to pee
Nouns and verbs mind can bind, but itself it cannot find
