Manifested Prakartii

If Lenon could teach me
If God could try more
on me
If writing could burn the
false
Lips could sing OM and
no closure came still
Movement in woods bought
no peace or unknown element
Great thinkers thought new
metaphors, only
hearing about the Atman
but could never comprehend it
Buddha seemed satisfied
But helped no one
at all
Systems came
Systems come
Subtler systems
Shooting a lot of
Carcass
My awareness stretched
in every object
undigested sidhantas moved
through in through
As I manifested my supreme
Nature