Young Yogi 6 Poem by Peter Long

young yogi is now in the land of the free

Bhagavad-Gita 5: 7
'one whose self-existence has become the same as the existence of all'

(after many adventures, some secret some delightful young yogi did find that special fortune in gaya and with it arrived in north west america)

travelling down from mystery mountain all afternoon

sharp rocks crunch underfoot
scrubby growth fringes the vertical cliff faces

the earth has been walking beside him into an approaching deep v gorge below

Uranium water is sparkling up inviting a swim into themselves

a hobo friend allen ginsburg who joined y yogi at the last turn has been tapping a tambourine all day repeating his mantra.... i love to run and play with my yogi friends in the desert naked...

its this void that makes me whistle to the tune of lover man

we will get weeded and make it soon and sing like birds flying free in the open sky

but we are not birds

that's natural enough

the earth has rejected that kind who search for meanings and institutions

blacks, indians, yogis and jews

the kind who get shot by the ego winners at the last post of brahman

be open just believe in me and you will be set free speaks the ugly one who lies to the ugly nation

funny beside that murderers grave is a sign

happy 4th of july.. america respects your freedom and treasures you uniqueness and ability

alan says i've lived here all my life and i can tell you that's all bullshit. you meet a lot of em like that here

today is the only now

do not be controlled by events or demands thinks young yogi

the absolute and it's vital theology ends here in the v

around and around they gone, all gone, never was, never will be

shake back my hair and let go a great laugh

this is the best day of my life