Sunday, August 16th, 2015
I took young Jagannatha to Philosopher’s Walk
A trail that consequently leads to no dock
For to philosophize may never come to an end
Unless you have a particular dynamic friend
One who teaches the way of love,
Of service, being meek and looking above.
I sat in the class that spoke of dying
Then received a call of sick man in bed lying
How many days in life can we count
How much karma can a person mount
Before he moves on to the greener field
When his negative attire can be peeled?
I was taken to
to speak about food Brampton
And the need to prepare it in a proper mood
The mode of being sensitive within
Curbing violence and reducing the sin
And showing thanks to the One who’s given
So that consciousness will then be devotionally driven.
May the Source be with you!