Ramsden Park, Toronto
Esa
It is 3:10 a.m. on the 16th and I’ve had my sleep and shower. I opened the window to welcome in the air with much prana, then sat down to compose another poem as a tribute to Esa Khalief, now departed, who, in many ways, was like a son to me. Before I wrap up a little about yesterday, I’m sharing my tribute in words to him. Bless you, Esa.
Esa
Esa, you’re gone, but you aren’t really
You’re simply moving on for a healing
It’s service you became acquainted with
The rewards as such are clearly no myth
You spent much time where prasadam was made
For that you’ll jump up to a higher grade
You trekked a holy trail at a very good pace
With conviction and purpose all over your face
Perhaps walking was your actual calling
As natural as found any baby’s crawling
While on that trek you held on to your beads
Knowing that chanting is the most noble of deeds
In your tasks you embraced a sense of duty
Just as in you’re rich, resonant voice that there was beauty
Like all of us you contended with a dark side
For you, Esa, the rays of the sun were so wide
-Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
In reflection of this young man, I ambled along a row of sycamore trees acknowledging how great they are. Every person who comes to this world appears, stands by, contributes something and moves on. Each soul adds grace like the trees.
May the source be with you!
3 km
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