Meditatio Absurdum D ver

Wake up, your ego needs a stretch,
It's doing yoga with a sketch.
Your soul's confused? That’s just fine —
We sell confusion by design.

Buy one thought, get three for free,
Now featuring anxiety!
Enlightenment’s a tricky feat —
We fake it sweet, and call it retreat.

Welcome to Meditatio Absurdum,
Where logic takes a quiet burden.
We bend the truth until it sings,
And meditate on pointless things.
Oh yes, you’re lost? That’s our delight,
We’ll guide you left to reach the right.
Namaste, but with a twist —
Does the Self exist? (We checked: it missed.)

Compliment your inner mess,
Dress your shadow in a dress.
Talk to trees, accept their praise,
Then doubt your name for seven days.

We’ve got rooms that think out loud,
Mirrors gaslight every crowd.
Chairs that whisper moral codes,
And carpets quoting paradox odes.

Welcome to Meditatio Absurdum,
Your ticket to the grand conundrum.
We heal through very stylish doubt,
And breathe confusion in and out.
There’s no "path", just velvet fog,
A labyrinth that loves to jog.
One foot here, one thought gone —
If it feels wrong, you’re doing it… dawn.
 
Step right up — find peace with flair,
Side effects? Proceed with care:
Existential bursts of laughter,
Karma boomerangs right after.

Ask your demon, don’t be shy:
"Is the Self a truth or lie?"
And suddenly, in twisted bind,
You start to question your own mind.

Welcome to Meditatio Absurdum,
Where fire's cool and ice is warm, mon.
Your ticket says: “Reality — maybe?”
Our guru’s just a metaphor, baby.
So take a breath, release control…
Now scream into your fractured soul.
You’ve never felt so undefined —
But look! You’ve almost lost your mind!


Then whisper secrets to a keyhole,
Where silence listens like it knows.
Not madness… just transcendence sold —
And the tea… is complimentary.