Chandan and his family bought a new house and so, tradition has it that you invite your community
priest to bless the place. Lovely kirtan, talk and food were had.
What I want to highlight is the First Anniversary of the passing of monk, Pankajanghri. Here is my poem:
Pankajanghri
He was a fellow, perceptibly mellow
He arrived with his brother to follow
At the beckon call of Mahaprabhu
In a land of mist and morning dew
From there on, it was all over
Worldliness gone/personal makeover
A dedication to good deed and thought
Attention to all His Divine Grace brought
He learned, he grew, and did so glow
Teaching others what he did know
On the subjects of worship and wisdom
In an atmosphere of devotional rhythm
Like the Ganges with her endless liquidity
His service was one of constant fluidity
He stood at the feet of Lion Sublime
Both shone each day at the regular time
I don’t recall him ever in a rage
That’s because he was a genuine sage
He was an anchor for half a century
Within which his bhakti grew exponentially
A role model, our dear Pankajanghri
Powerfully at peace wherever he be
Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2022/04/saturday-april-23-2022.html
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