The Ultimate Hottie


Sometimes spiritual seekers seem like alcoholics,
And gurus like bartenders,
And sanghas like nightclubs,
And “God”… the Ultimate Hottie.


Sometimes spiritual seekers seem like alcoholics,
And gurus like bartenders,
And sanghas like nightclubs,
And “God”… the Ultimate Hottie.

Alas… when satsang ends,
And the “high” wears off after a few days,
And the Ultimate Hottie stops returning our calls,
She seems nothing more than the Ultimate Tease.

Beside yourself with Grief and Longing,
You drink our way into oblivion,
And awaken, dawn after dawn,
In the arms of Maya.

Until… one morning,
Turning to gaze upon the face of Maya,
We see, instead,
Our long lost Beloved.

It was Her all along,
Wearing Maya's makeup!
We were simply too drunk,
On the teachers words.