A Poem from John Wren Lewis

A Poem from John Wren Lewis

When a guru’s not engaged in meditation

A-reciting of his mantra for the week,

His capacity for infantile inflation

Is enough to drive disciples up the creek.

He will take the girls aside for tantric yoga

While celibacy is ordered for the chaps;

If he starts behaving like an angry ogre

He will claim its just to make your pride collapse

Oh, with all this yogic practice to be done,

A disciple’s lot is not a happy one.

John Wren Lewis. (with permission from the estate)

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