Holy, please!(Poem)

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After 89 years
Bodhi with
Dumbledore beard
onion skin
and vampire thirst
went to Varanasi.

Met Aghoris
first-class saints
Upanishadic silences
Japamala minds
and Kantian cows and
Heidegger dogs.

He was late
to spiritual ghazals
and wasn’t invited
to mystical gangs
and Himalayan soap operas.

Sat on the banks of the Ganges river
he saw a crocodile chanting Om
free from fear and grief.

When it opened the earthquake-ed eyes
Bodhi saw the reptilian truth
and became the disciple
and the guru.

9 hours later
he went to a shiva temple
and joined the bhajans.

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