the premature buddhahood
want to come out early
and half awake
walking around in pajamas and lulu lemon
their light is a figment of a filament
the pink pig might say, some are comfortably numb
why do they think they’re the dharma bums?
egos still want personality
fear and power
so that bulb isn’t on yet
the womb is dark
can they be induced?
sleep talkers are
sleep walkers
the premature buddhahood
have come out
too early
to be enlightened, too early
to be—
enlighteners
what does this poem mean? I must know.
This is my commentary on the fake yoga community and their pseudo-enlightened mumbo jumbo physicality that has very little to do with true yoga and more to do with North American commerce.