Words, words, words, screech pretty plumed parrot birds,
In vast sky of mind they fly from the blue,
They're crying out calling, begging to be heard,
Demanding attention from you, dear you.
This flock cloud bright Sun of Self and light,
They create an ignorance black as night,
Delusions must go, a case of grave demand,
We try our best, then leave it all to Self's command.
Whether from the North or the Southern Pole ,
It's wise to follow Guru's teaching and then be whole!
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