In public places
your attention is pulled away
from what’s important and useful
as a bee is attracted to flowers
you travel the sea of delusions
like a sailing boat without a sail
with focus on the opposite sex
even for a fleeting moment
your ground holds like slippery ice
in the desperation of desire
you fall and crumble
watching TV and films
you are like a deer
that knows its end has come
gripped by anxiety
you forget what you know
high on intoxicants
easy becomes hard
this is the way
to bring yourself down
in to the lower realms
the torment of our expectations
keeps us from feeling fulfilled
always ending up in pain
like burning in fire
is the way confusion feels
with the blessing of the Guru
I speak these words
to remember
what to adopt
and what to reject
so I would not once again
end up in hell