None of this is serious,
Loafing has no future.
The irrelevant fellow,
Decorations.
The artist opens eyes,
And the nature of sound.
Find your own mantra,
Chant like you like.
Read this fine cosmology book,
Why this idiocy.
Like children making faces,
Absolutely absurd.
This babbling Hindu sound.
Out of their heads.
Fantastic sudden recognition,
Getting hung up and hooked.
Classical music of India,
No legs being pulled.
Everything is meaningless,
The rhythm of life.
Like the branches of a fern,
Level it proper.
We're all leaning on each other,
One way or the other.
*Notes on an Alan Watts lecture.
