scratching my inscriptions on the dark dungeon walls


“There is no time, it is all just a flash,”
you said, and I’m still sitting in your class,
forty-five years later, or no time at all,
touched by your greatness, heeding your call
to bring what you teach to the world’s high and low
anesthetized creatures. I see you glow
with love and truth. Nothing’s changed.
You are the proof that Krishna’s arranged.

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