Wednesday 10 August 2022

Monday, August 1, 2022

Edmonton/Toronto

The Monk 

 

Do bless the order

Of the saffron man

Who owns no home

No burrow or tree

 

Who speaks of life

It’s unending circle

And the option

To move beyond

 

He is poor by choice

All that’s his is

A staff, a pot

And a piece of cloth

 

There is no mistress

No fancy food

No soft comfort

And no perfumes

 

The thirst for name

In hunger for fame

Must all be behind

They have no place

 

He welcomes the wind

Heat, cold and rain

Indifferent he is

To the season’s spin

 

Declare him meek

When he’s on his feet

Touching the hearts

From soul to soul

 

He is not alone

There are always two

Do bless this order

For the sake of all

-          Composed by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk ©

 

May the Source be with you!

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