A skilled yogi blossoms even while living in the three gunas, just as a lotus flower blossoms in muddy waters.

Wanting to marry the most beautiful a king searched and found one He said to her  "My search is over and done  you are the one" Day and night He would keep her  in his sight Looking at her face with happiness, his heart would race Within two years and six days the beauty waned they parted  ways   He found another one  This time, for sure  the most beautiful hun But again in less than a year She wasn't the expected beauty it was crystal clear This repeated many times Rising in his kingdom were severe crimes In his right eye sat sorrow & fear  In his left eye  always a tear  He felt deceived angry and sad  the world looked ugly all was bad He blamed all tensed his fist he wanted...