You with the Hindu tattoo: Namasté.
I wrote you some verse. There’s no other way.

We met at the Moksha conference last spring—
Just wondered how you had been worshipping.

The God in me greets the Goddess in you:
As sure as one must be followed by two—

Listen, I was thinking: before you buy
The used mantra set from that guru guy,

I meant to ask: How’s your situation?
Still affected by Siddharthafication ?

You all prana-ed up?  You might need to sit,
Just to lower your vibrations a bit . . .

Sure as that there are only two genders,
There’s only one God. We’re all offenders.

Contemplate that. Breathe. Just be here right now.
(Don’t mean to act holier-than-thou,

But the stench of truth is wafting your way
Like a whiff of bloated carcass rotting in an Apple™ sweatshop.)