Ste. Mathieu du Parc, Quebec
Rising mist mirrors off the lake
Of weighty water while fog is so light
Vanishing in such very brief time
As sun burns, oh, he's so bright.
A pecker drills to get his meal
We hear his fever peeking
Just one dead tree yields endless crawlers
Moving morsels he's eagerly seeking
The raspberry bush is a good find
Its branches hang low though he is proud
With fruit so red, sweet and wild
Generous offers we are allowed
Mandala Ram takes me all around
It's Mandala, me and the big-time chant
Motorists are few, we're so glad
Down on cars, I'll take an elephant
We came upon Gaura at the lake's edge
The fog now gone, so was the hour
We give him a needed shoulder massage
Then off to class, for some inner power.
With walking done, no time in the sun
I conduct a workshop, went so fine
Nine branches of bhakti complete
By night we listened and then did dine.
May the Source be with you!