What I’m going to say I’m sure will sound familiar to you.
Someone I hadn’t seen for a while entered my mind view.
I reached Kensington on foot and the dude-in-thought manifest.
His name is Hanuman and it’s here that he rests.
“I’m glad to see you,” he said, “I like it here. I even kicked the habit of drinking beer.”
I cheered the tall but disheveled Hanuman, who has no home and no coins in his palm.
I gave him a pair of gloves last year for the winter.
I’m sure he forgot as his life has no centre.
This time I gave him a card with the maha mantra.
I felt for him because his life is unlike Cleopatra.
I detected a sparkle in his eye so precious.
It made my walk to the park like a gondola in Venice.
Now it was Bellevue Square Park I came to with the boys,
I felt some peace because there was a little noise.
Although the gathering there were quite full,
The atmosphere was lacking that spiritual pull;
Some were like Hanuman with the warrying in the mind.
While there were people who actually shined.
With no instruments in hand to rhythm-it-up,
We collected sticks, beat them, chanted for a windup.
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