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My Poem for Today
Swami from India
There was a wise old swami from India
Who very much wanted to be in America
He was warned that he was too old
And that America was much too cold
But he was determined to go
To the land of milk, honey, and snow
With a firm grip on his cane
He walked up a ship’s ramp and lane
And then 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 one to die
The swami was dizzy, problems with the heart
His whole dream looked as if to fall apart
And the ocean became so 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
A visitor on a different kind of shift
Some people were giving him the looks
When he landed with a trunk full of books
India was a place that gave silks, spice and tea
No one knew anything about something called bhakti
The swami said we all have it within
It goes deeper and beyond our very skin
It is something we lost but can be found
A treasure not on the surface of the ground
The swami’s mission grew, he had many a student
They learned to be sensitive and prudent
The swami then left the world behind
Hoping that the world would be more kind
- Composed by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
May the Source be with you!
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