They are the dead

Who are always in bed;

They are the dead

When the truth is said

Whose faces become red;

They are the dead

Who live on others’ bread;

They are the dead

Lust is in whose head;

They are the dead

To anger, who are wed;

They are the dead

By whom only the senses are fed;

They are the dead

By whom hatred is spread;

They are the dead

Who fail to practice what they’ve read;

They are the dead

By the ego who are led;

They are the dead.

Though they’re living, they are the dead,

They are the dead, they are the dead.

(Offered at the lotus feet of my Guru Siddha Nath)

      The True Guru's Grace Has No End!