I recently interviewed a hip hop artist by the name MC Yogi, who is also a yoga instructor. I haven’t been able to get his words out of my mind…very different tone than your words here, but sort of suggesting the same sorts of truths and deceptions.
I checked this out because I saw “yoga teacher” in your bio and MC Yogi is on my mind.
Anyway, the restless mind…vapid popularity…it’s all the stuff of hungry ghosts, eh?
I appreciate your poem, though unfortunately can’t pretend to be innocent of the foolishness you describe here.
Trying to get there, though :)