Jul
1st
Thu
1st
Even on the Astral Plane I am late!
Satsangs given by the anointed one, our Saviour,
and I am dicking around in the adjacent room,
going on trips 400 miles to the next town,
to watch Jyoti perform with her Ancestral Orchestra.
When I finally enter the Sanctuary, the Prophet has left!
I am late and my friend and his Mother
watch me from the other side of the
bathroom mirror, folding laundry and idling.
When they leave, I regress to endless samskaras.
