I have been in love with words for as long as I can recall, but when I was in the fifth or sixth grade I ran across the word 'omphaloskepsis' somewhere, along with its definition.
noun contemplation of one's navel as part of a mystical exercise. Origin: New Latin, from Greek omphalos navel + skepsis examination First Known Use: In 1925, by Aldous Huxley in his book These Barren Leaves.
So, naturally, I wrote a poem about it. I entered it in a contest, and it was published in (I think) the New American Anthology of Poetry, which I discovered years later was a scam to get you to buy the book. I couldn't afford to, so I didn't. Fooled them, huh?
Some say that the yogi Is just an old fogey, As he sits and he stares past his chest. He glares at his navel, Though it doesn't seem stable, But I guess that he knows what is best.
Visions religious, Though perhaps not prodigious, From the ones of nirvana are sent. Well, I sat down and tried it, But I'm afraid I awried it, For all I discovered was lint.