MOVE OUT

MOVE OUT



In monkey mind's-bundle are many strange places,

Some seriously bad some auspiciously good.

We must move out of lust and dust, leave their traces,

True love and kindness is much better spiritual food.

Putrid places rob us of noble worthy self esteem,

They're the grotty gutter in galavanting mind.

So don't stay with such muttering in life's dream,

We'll feel and breathe much better.Then we'll find.

Guru guides, he guides, he guides, he always guides,

Unless into the stinking sewer the fool back slides.



A good pilgrim was practicing atma vichara,

Following the preachings of Great Lord Ramana,

'Till one day he stumbled into lustful thoughts,

And in this muddy mire he was stickily caught,

But the Guru out of great compassion and grace,

Soon restored him back to his rightful better place.