I am the Weeping Yogi
I can, and shall bare all.
The oceans of tears.
The mountains of sadness.
Valleys deep with regret.
Peaks of insurmountable guilt.
I can, and shall bare all.
Your worries.
Your grief.
Your uncertainties.
Your assured fears.
I can, and shall bare all.
With these shoulders.
Strong, broad, trained to endure.
My sinew is like iron.
Tough, rigid, stable.
I can, and shall bare all.
Without complaint.
Without hesitation.
Without gainful intent.
Without alternative motive.
I can, and shall bare all.
So you needn’t worry too often or too much.
Enjoy the beauty of living, and baring yourself without baring troubles as well.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
I am the Weeping Yogi
I can, and shall bare all.
The oceans of tears.
The mountains of sadness.
Valleys deep with regret.
Peaks of insurmountable guilt.
I can, and shall bare all.
Your worries.
Your grief.
Your uncertainties.
Your assured fears.
I can, and shall bare all.
With these shoulders.
Strong, broad, trained to endure.
My sinew is like iron.
Tough, rigid, stable.
I can, and shall bare all.
Without complaint.
Without hesitation.
Without gainful intent.
Without alternative motive.
I can, and shall bare all.
So you needn’t worry too often or too much.
Enjoy the beauty of living, and baring yourself without baring troubles as well.
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