The Incredible Master
Nobody has it like some of us do,
A master of which you’ll find very few,
With sharpness of wit and words he could whip
At science and pundits who distort by the lip.
With grace of hand and adjusting of head,
Elegant of gesture with fingers on bread,
He tossed each morsel of the edible n’blessed
To the lotus-like mouth, and so with the rest.
A message like thunder, a definitive light-
For us dullards it comes magnanimously bright,
The topic of service in the line of devotion
That moves along like smooth locomotion.
With a smile that beamed ocean-wide,
Stretched out a distance from side to side,
He bore a reason to look way ahead
And never to hang low like a hopeless head.
His lesson pronounced a radical meekness,
Otherwise declare - admit to ultimate weakness,
Kindness, concern was his absolute trait,
His thrust was one to advance very straight.
In an unprecedented and very brief time
The earth shook at a political prime,
He racked up incredible marathon levels,
Giving a challenge to desires and devils.
In this world it’s rare to see anything lasting,
But his radiance shines even after his passing,
Memories are gathering, worthy to behold,
Never to be traded, nor to be sold.
A master so rare like a needle in hay
A mahatmawho stays in sound—what more to say?
Drink up his words, observe his action,
Do as he did, or even just a fraction.
Written by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk ©August 2nd, 2018
May the Source be with you!