Known as Yoga

Born in the East, found fame in the West

I strike a pose, then I beat my chest

Like a fool I chant, the vibrations of OM

To no higher self, I’ve lost my way home

I sold my soul, for the promise of bliss

A cattle-like brand, the material abyss

Guru is me, when they speak my name

I wear the garb, and I feel no shame

They come for truth, any version will do

I serve myself, they serve me, too

With great esteem, an honorable guest

They study my form, and forget all the rest

Terrance McNeill