MIKEY

"Omphaloskepsis"

Some say that the yogi
Is just an old fogey
As he sits and he stares past his chest.
He glares at his navel
Though it doesn't seem stable,
But I guess that he knows what is best.
Visions religious,
Though perhaps not prodigious,
From the ones of Nirvana are sent.
Well, I sat down and tried it,
But I'm afraid I awried it,
For all I discovered was lint.
		Michael Sirois, 
1968