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My fellow students of Sri Chinmoy, Tejvan Pettinger and Sumangali Morhall, have recently posted very amusing poems based on the top keyword searches for their respective sites tejvan.co.uk and sumangali.org.

Of course they had the good sense and decorum to limit their poems to the first 25 searches, but I am congenitally devoid of such things, you see. So I have produced my own keyword poem to rival in length Sri Aurobindo’s epic Savitri (almost 24,000 lines) - or at least I started upon my epic task before realising that not enough people are visiting my site to generate the required number of lines. Boooo.

So here it is. I had to omit a rather large number of stunningly inappropriate conjunctions of words, and was left with this. Enjoy, or at least do me a favour and don’t think worse of me

cache public
about shane magee
chinmoy

sri chinmoy autobiography
concentration span
aum meditation

horse
boost concentration
ramakrishna disciples
how to create a normal candle

expectation meditation
inspiration blog

death
the mahabharata
a record breaker

wisdom eastern to overcome habits
anandamayi ma
sri chinmoy

sri chinmoy books on finding self
articles on self discovery
world clock
births
deaths

relationship between spiritual master and student
ramanasram
mother kali
plato

scariest picture ever
adolescent bangla song
heart versus mind

aum japa
how to create an oasis
cycles of thought

how to incorporate meditation into your daily life
inner voice
death can be an inspiration

spiritual blue butterfly
listening to your own voice
intensive training programme for sub 3 hour marathon

life lessons because of death
the true challenges of life
concentrating in heart meditation

indian spiritual masters image
buddha in cave & trishatur
spiritual queries to ramkrishna mission

warrior of light comments
about he knows that
without inspiration and experience
no amount of training will help him

secret of happiness desires
name is shane
irish song

Our meditation centre had all kinds of plans stoked up for the weekend - going for some hill walks, playing a game of football, visiting a garden show - but the miserable weather put paid to most of them. Except the football. Yesterday was supposed to be better; we could meet up for a game of football then. Except it wasn’t better at all. We had planned to go for a bite to eat after the game, but the rain made us decide to put the cart before the horse and head to the greasy spoon (as my friend Ambarish calls cafés - where did he get that from?) first. Well, we finished that and the rain still didn’t get any better. After a brief stint trying to persuade Ambarish, who lived nearby, to put the couch and all the breakables in his house into the kitchen so we could play a game of indoor football in his living room instead, we headed out into the rain and just started playing away.

It’s amazing how you can not look forward to something at the beginning, but then really end up enjoying yourself. The wet surface really levels up all the differing levels of skill and makes for a much more equal game. The rain even stopped. I’m really glad I went out now; things like meeting up for a fun game off football tend to get easily pushed to the back of the schedule due to so-called more ’serious’ commitments, and sometimes if you don’t push aside the excuses and just get out there, the ’serious’ stuff can just take over and bury you.