The Last Lesson of Yoga
The Last Lesson of Yoga
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The reason Yoga was taught in the midst of a battle,
Is that it is Kali Yuga and iron is its metal,
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So, the principles of Yoga will be practised under fire,
And our last pose will be shavasana on our funeral pyre.
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Meanwhile, the corruption of our world will bubble and roil,
Until we are done with the stench and crudeness of oil.
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Yet, that will not be the end, but a new beginning,
A word from our sponsor before the second inning.
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For this world was designed to test our assumption,
An exile devised to see if we have the gumption,
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A global plot to challenge our desire,
To force our hand and see with whom we conspire.
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Will we remember that all the players are divine?
Or merely salute when “the dark ones” say to stand in line.
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Will we learn who is who in the politic?
And with our conscious knowing finally pick -
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The planetary path of truth and beauty,
Living love, preserving life our duty.
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That is the dharma handling each thing just right,
Removing darkness and filling the world with light.
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But the “blind king” has stolen all the land,
While his “slumlord son” makes cages out of sand,
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And his uncle runs casinos filled with whores,
Whose previous birth was as soldiers in needless wars,
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While, alcohol and drugs destroy their brain,
And feasting on animals raised in pain.
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They are extinction waiting for time to unwind,
These are the hundred children of a life made blind.
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But this is the slime and mud where the lotus blooms,
A pregnant pause while the “Fates” adjust their looms.
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When the clouds and threatening winds are gone,
The lake will again reflect the gracious swan.
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So, fear not “Arjuna”, O Draupadi do not fret,
For Bhagavan has not fully descended yet.
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The prequel has cast the players and set the plots,
Condensed the knowledge, undid the ancient knots.
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And the twisted vrittis by which we once were bound,
Have been cut, broken and cast upon the ground,
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So, with Vishnu’s love and upon Garuda’s wings,
“Uttishta! Uttishta! “stand up”, the chorus sings.
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For we are here this time to see Love win,
To heal our planet, so let the symphony begin.
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“Namaste”! I see you and you are divine,
So, let that be your drug, the immortal wine –
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That intoxicates with a bliss that never fades,
That heals and saves us from the petty masquerades,
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Where plots to harm are merely foolish masks,
To a newly awakened world of light that basks –
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In truth and beauty preserving a sacred life,
Where Vishnu and Lakshmi are cosmic husband and wife,
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Where together male and female Divine restores us,
Raise your voice with love and join the chorus,
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And winning by forever killing the need for war,
The last lesson of Yoga is freedom’s door,
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And we are here to embody immortality,
To embrace all life at last and set them free.
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