Babaji you are great You meditate I meditate My mind Still agitates Life is an art of living You're on high pedestal of wisdom Peerless is your stardom Online lessons and videos Life transformation of humans Everyone should spend five days of their life Before they die One day in jail One day in school One day with farmer One day in hospital One day in mental hospital Wonderful way to transform their life Compassion and compassion No more prejudice No more tendency of condemnation I take you very seriously I want to transform my life To begin with A day in jail Talk to criminals Transformation to avail Who would allow me entry I would be stopped by the sentry Illegal and underhand methods I refrain I believe in right to equality Everyone should get equal opportunity Government should make a policy decision Transformation is in the interest of the nation A day in jail be made compulsory For making some suggestions I reviewed the current statistics There are 1350 jails in my country With a capacity for 405000 inmates Average capacity 300 inmates Population is 1350 millions Per jail transformation candidates one million It's a gigantic task My breath in isn't out Pranayama save my life In all probability Government won't make such a decision Babaji start some agitation Staunch follower I am Transformation is birth right of everyone!
Inspired by a video of a holy master. Best transformation would come spending one day in jail with innocent criminal like Mukhtar Ansari and talking to him! Equally good would be spend a day with rapists and talk to them. You would develop compassion to know how no woman offered voluntarily to satisfy their lust and they had to commit it of necessity! Even meeting those who took lives of their daughters and sons for honour wouldn't be bad! You would be amazingly transformed by listening to these poor criminals! Compassion and compassion! No more prejudice! No more tendency to condemn!
Appended streams exhume the dreams that surface in conscious guide, As photon beams augment the seams transmitters must abide. The quantum strings of knotted ties, Entangling's of worlds collide, A vortex of spiraled rings, In scattered sets convergent glide, The convex spacial vacuuming's, synaptic points electrified, A hex, insatiable, stochastically adjoins frequencies over-amplified, as complex oracle valuations weight choices to decide.
The I'm sorry The it's ok The silent battle A dummy For anyone Just humans made to experiment To cut, chop, and burn We live just to die Of a battle that is silent To become a statistics The silent battle that kills Yet few people know I'm already dead
A week ago, you became part of the statistics called "The number of suicides of children and young adults in Slovakia". Girls aged between 0-19 years have always been the smallest part since 2011, and it happened anyway. And now I am reading your most favorite author and I can’t understand anything. You and those poems. And you aren't here in order to explain it to me, so I'm just reading and losing myself in a text that I still have maybe a chance to understand, unlike you.
I miss you, sweet dreams.
If you are interested how it looks in my mother language:
Už je to chvíľa čo si sa stala súčasťou štatistiky s názvom “Počet samovrážd detí a mladých na Slovensku”. Dievčatá ktorých vek bol medzi 0-19 rokov mali od roku 2011 vždy najmenšie číslo a aj napriek tomu sa to stalo. A ja teraz čítam tvojho asi najobľúbenejšieho autora a ničomu nechápem. Tebe, ani tým básniam. A ty tu nie si, aby si mi to vysvetlila a tak *** čítam a strácam sa v texte, ktorému mám ešte hádam šancu, na rozdiel od teba, porozumieť.