Allen Ginsberg's Wichita Vortex Sutra Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

What sutra is it? Is it a Paglet sutra? Mr.Paglet in the vortex of sutras, experimenting from drugs, Bohemian life to hippie culture, smoking, moving in search of of mental peace and recuperation, from place to place in the company of vagrants, gossip-masters, ramblers, vagrants, gypsies, mystics, mendicants, minstrels, bards, mystics, babas, tantrics, sadhus, yogis and fakirs and learning the secrets of life, man, Nature and creation, samadhi and mahasamadhi. Sometimes yoga, sometimes dhyana, sometimes danda-baithaka in their turn engaging him from time to time, a poet from America with his anti-war stand, anti-Vietnam war agendum, away from material prosperity to in search of peace, happiness and content wandering from hill station to station to temple towns and cities and resorts. Take you ganja from a clay pipe and spell you, Vyom-Om in the company of sadhus and mendicants. But where lies it the joy of living, the peace of mind, the happiness of heart, say you, say you? Nowhere, friend. Go about beating you, the Beat dhuna. Om shantih shantih shantih.

Yah eisa-waisa sutra nahi hai, Paglet Baba ka sutra hai, ganja taano aur prem se bolo. dharma-shankat hai, dharma-shankat hai! My brother! (This is not a this-that sutra, Mr.Mendicant teacher's sutra, formula is it, take you the puffs of ganja and speak with love, religion in crisis, religion in crisis! My brother!)