You say you are there but the computer is aware
Of things that make a Buddhist shave their hair.
So I am going to ask if it was you who set the task
Of the Tao and Martial Arts leaving Britain when the 80s were basking
In mental health glories of important fortunes and stories
Ahead of mixed race and cultures to run
So that we could have jest about sexual fun
On our TV and telly-set if you please
Before you brought England down to America’s knees?
Did you get the question, or the refrain from an evolutionary digression
The energy and intelligence that gave rise to your erection
Is not for me in the baton of a relay station
That needs other than my own isolation
To wrap up the art and rapping for more trapped understanding
And nowhere to go on the Blogosphere that we don’t know:
Technology had no show, too, at the door of your crew
That fraped the court law of mens reus at the door
Women have notions too for the Enlightened vegan stew
Available on Thursdays for an apres meditation review,
Of how we are doing with the internet brewing
Some new chance to get in and have a dance:
But alas it was not to be, lest anyone see
That the Teacher was not a Rishi but a Guru with satellite TV.
If those desires are unfulfilled then keep them to yourself
When you travel without Guru, photo and flowers –
Next time! Pick on your own health.
Native, Indian and now Shaman reviewer
Cannot you see how the West was lost too much sooner
Than a slight about merchandise and labour’s actors’ affairs
Staring at the New Age for their millions and billions –
What did it take to set up Israel office but your awareness?
Now the accounts are bettered and human beings have something to read
Drop your notebooks off at Oxford so they can compare notes for the feed
And the manners that were steady when you called Dawkins a Fascist
Can meet The Young Turks or Democracy Now for some Guy Fawkes and The Classics.
You raved as you travelled, I tarried after tea
So year on and year out, it’s another new career for me.
But this time, Mr 51%, you keep your area clean
So my Ego is exposed and everyone knows exactly what I mean –
Asian, British, 5’6’’ and on the unemployment register for Bipolar
Was it you who caused God to make the 70’s flares forget about Solar.
So next time you’re out don’t forget it’s checks and balances
As Rupert bearded with the chemicals for those phased distributions of your Facebook sponsorship advancements.
Honour, disagreement and heresy seeking the unemployed
In the past we were not lovers with Brahman being under-toyed
With so that the computer was distressed
To hear of one man’s apology for dissolution when the real psychological solution was a bit too stressed.
So lay it down to HWL Poonja and call it L Ron Hubbard Number 2
It could be that a neo-Prabhupada is the nuisance call I have in store for you.
But when I asked you a question and you denied me flat for show all and tell
It’s now rest up and relax, ill Mr Rishi, and let the F.B.I. sell Shambala to Shell.
For the corporation taxed the grimace between two sailors fair
And showed the dangers of tarrying as a traveller out late when you’re unaware
Of the company of a good woman who is singularly best your friend
And not one on the loose end as mine was out, also late, to pretend.
So that is the story of one nearly caught by Guru
Who went to the enthusiastic of EnlightenNext Islington studios:
And came back for a meltdown of lava flowing straight from God
Into a soul sold out from all the banks that could muster occult plodding about
After a problem was raised indiscriminately praised
By an individual lost too far out at sea.
This verse is for me
Tolerantly
Idolatry is lately latently unprescribed.
Tribe of Israel and Azkaban
Did you yet rule the pupils of the tribes of Han?
Their dynasties await your open invitation
To teach Hellraiser to twins for towers of inflation.
Evolve then sedimentary and force the opposition for an argument
Like Swedenborg might have meant for the quotes on your abridgement.
Settle me this and settle me that
It seemed we sifted The Golden Age for a gloating and spat
& if you and ‘you’ for the cowered victim of lawyered distress
Keep your attorney in the journey for Maya and some Sarees and a dress.
But if ultimatum you seek, look no further than Lhasa
Which is open round the clock, for your share prices and prediction of debauchery and class structures.
What is it you see when you look at me,
Mr Money?
And how did the lawyer set you free?
For to predict someone else’s demise is not the said and done thing,
It’s pessimistic:-
So maybe that’s one more thing you passed on, in rejection
From evolving past Vedanta too quick.
Adi me this
Shankarya me that
No man ever spoke to Shiva as quick as all that,
But when the refrain is the brain and the talents are spent before Evangelicals
Now the Prime Minister has locked me up with my testicles.
It used to be Nuns on the Run and some humour and some fun
Now House Arrest is House Party for Kid and Play in New Labour’s hunt,
So what do we do when one is not two
But dig out the records of what poem I wrote you (about Brahman c.2011).
And if the state answers back let them keep it in stages
About how we ruined Sting and his album about The Soul Cages.
Skip a track and you might miss the noise of a child’s lullabye
Saying “goodnight” to all but the evil outside St Agnes for giving freedom a try.
With that it is TARP and another message from the harp
That plays whenever a Prime Minister strays
Too far from the script we cannot predict
And the steps that we missed when fell and tripped.
Revolutions are not, thus, so easily spoken about
Time has come round to teach us more than Guru what love is all about.
Letting it go and envisaging better for some quiet
And surviving past the dynamics of cyclical existence so that we can all be with it.
Cost is considered the sum of its parts
So I can die quitter than a man with his art.
And when Spring is come again after the Winter snow of January
I will find that nothing is greater than the will of maturity to beat naivety.
Summer will outclass my fat ass
Mowing the grass and leaving painting the fence to the last…
…
Thus is Enlightened history a thing of the mind
For everyday people to treat as reality and be kind.
For the Buddhists who exalted in the past life chance to serve
Potala Palace and the tortured who remained psychically attached to the earth plane to deserve
A rendition
A premonition
Maitreya’s comments and revision:
For one more Llama and another hotel affair
And the 15th leader of Tibet to get some more help from leaders everywhere.
One earth
One peace
One conflict
One teaching
The best is love
So settle for compassion
And that Christ shadowed The Fall of Man
With his last act of Passion.
Wild Stage 