A poem shared by an Isha meditator:
A mundane game of golf,
In this game, a hole in one,
A rare one,
If a player can score,
The crowd will soar.
O Golf player, in this game of golf,
Can this ball disappear in the One?
A hole in one,
When you score,
This ball will soar,
Let there be no more.
Shambho
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