Silence Is Golden (Silence Is Golden, But My Eyes Still See Silence Is Golden, Golden, But My Eyes Still See) Poem by Joe Rosochacki

The guru Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, not Yogi Bear or Yogi Berra, is becoming a mime,
The guru that shone the light on transcendental meditation to the people of the west,
The Beatles, George, Paul, John, Ringo not Peter Best,
Mia Farrow, Rosemary without child,
The Maharishi, is a reflection of the world problems,
Hunger, war, chaotic social and moral gone wild,
Much like nuns who live in silence, mum is the word,
Cloister nunnery has been around for ages,
Their phone bills must be non-existent,
Maybe the Maharishi should meditate on his own country’s scruples,
Apparently organs are taken out of the living without their consent,
By Western view, not based upon TM, it goes against human principles.
But that is not saying that TM is bunk,
We have to learn how to relax; I learned it the hard way,
We have re-energize our batteries, our consciousness, lower everything,
Not by booze, drugs, anti-depressants, getting rid our baggage within our own trunk.
We have to find ourselves, through meditation, by praying properly,
Through speaking in tongues, - being silent.
That’s what Bill Clinton should be,
If he and the liberal Americans want to see a President Hillary.

(1-31-2008)

note: The Maharashi has died today,
Being reincarnated he will live again,
He will know God in Nirvana,
Brahma, as he knows it, but will he encounter Christ
In Heaven.