Living between a rock and soft bed (*aka, secrets a yogi told me)

 

A yogi told me
I was mad,
he repeated as a rite passage,
meant to honor sins paid
and choices made

And then he said ...

* I have nothing more,
be your own guide
life is what happens when we're busy going mad

* The world is sick,
our madness is not the disease
but the antibodies
and the cure

*What are we truly seeking?
Hoping to find a spark of the divine
to heal our inner divide

*Living life between a rock and soft bed
growing fat as our soul is fed

*The cure for madness is more, not less
to heal the world,
we will cure ourselves

And so it came to pass
that madness spread across the earth
finding sanity in our mirth

With serenity in my heart
a simple thought
I will miss ... being mad

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It's no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. - Jiddu Krishnamurti