- Сижу.- ответил я - Медитирую, чем еще...

- I'm sitting. - I replied - I'm meditating, what else to do here.

- Indeed. - said the sandwich and it was clear from the intonation that he was thinking about something. Unless, of course, sandwiches can be thought of.

We were both silent for a while, then I dared to break the silence.

- Hm ... I beg your pardon, may I ask why you came to me?

- Oh yes. I am a god-father - he woke up.

- Very nice. I confess I introduced you a little differently. With a beard and all that, and you with oil.

- Do not interrupt. You yourself chose this form.

- Yes Yes. I understand, form, emptiness, this thing.

- Let's put aside these Buddhist jokes. I have a message for you to convey to people. This is a verse. Just don't tell them that you got it from the sandwich hanging in the air, they won't understand. Say that while walking you saw a burning bush and an insight descended on you.

- This seems to have been somewhere. They will be accused of plagiarism and will not believe.

- So what. Repetition is the mother of learning.

- What teaching?

- How do I know?

- I thought you knew everything.

- Don't think, you meditate. If you really need the name, you can come up with it yourself. I do not care.

- Good. As you wish. All sandwiches are free.

- Are you kidding me?

- How dare I.

Then I thought that about now the chants of Mr. Goenko will begin announcing the imminent end of the meditation. And as soon as I thought about it, a groan was heard from the speakers hung on the walls, and the old Indian, as if in a drunken delirium, in a language he did not understand, began to mutter. Filled with senile sadness, he seemed to mourn in the empty years gone by, the criminal of his son and the dead cow.

- So, what about the verse? - I hastened to find out - Is it possible to turn off one thing, either Goenko or Abbu?

The volume of the song slowly dropped to barely audible, but the song didn't stop. The old man was moaning almost in silence.

- You're still impatient. Meditation has taught you nothing. - continued the sandwich.

- Are you all such dads? I asked.

In response, the light was obscured by clouds and there were several rumbles of thunder. I immediately regretted what I said.

- Listen and shut up! - There was a voice.

I was silent. And behind the groaning of an elderly Indian and a barely audible song, Abba heard an electronic noise that was painfully familiar from the times of the modem Internet. The noise lasted for several seconds, and at the end of the noise, eight lines of text appeared in the darkness. But I couldn't read them. They looked like a jumbled assortment of Latin letters. Then the text began to erase letter by letter, starting from the end, until it disappeared completely. After that, I again heard the sound of the modem and this time the text was in Russian. It read:


Leaves falling from the sakura branch

Shogun made himself hara-kiri

Doves poop from rooftops

Nothing is permanent in this world


So let's leave unnecessary arguments

I've already proved everything to myself

Only Torah can be better than Torah

Which the rabbi hasn't read yet


Only I wanted to say that this seems familiar to me, but there was no one to turn to. Apparently the session is over. I mentally thanked someone in the void, opened my eyes, got up carefully and went to my room mentally repeating the verse so as not to forget it.