The Swami
The following is a poem I wrote today and then read to a crowd at our mini Festival of India last night.
MY DEAR FRIENDS © BMSJuly 10, 2018
There was a wise old swami from India
Who very much wanted to be in America
He was warned that he was too old
On top of that—America is too cold
But he was determined to go
To the land of milk, honey and snow
With a firm grip on his cane
He took to a ship’s ramp and lane
And sailed across the great sea
With a plan in mind, you’ll see
But a storm made the waves so high
The kind that could cause you to die
The swami was dizzy; problems with the heart
His whole dream looked as if to fall apart
But then the ocean became most calm
The swami could now chant the name Ram
The ship docked at the city of fashion
Which never sleeps in its mode of passion
The swami came to the west with a gift
He was a visitor on a very different shift
Some people were giving him the looks
When he landed with a trunk full of books
India was a place that gave silks, spices, tea
No one knew anything about bhakti
The swami said we all have it within
It goes deeper beyond our very skin
It was lost but it can be found
A treasure not on the surface of the ground
The swami then had many a student
They learned to be sensitive and prudent
The swami then left the world behind
Hoping for a world that would be more kind.
May the Source be with you!
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