A poem I wrote to honor the guru (Prabhupada):
Inspiring Captain
Bless that a new power be bestowed upon me
To be humbled as if standing next to the big sea.
It’s what I’ve never known, never seen
For behind the ears, I’m embarrassingly green.
I am small, I am petite
Searching constantly for what’s labelled as sweet.
Conceit is the weakness that brings this about
Causing an entrance, an exit — I’m in, I’m out.
I find a straw-in-teeth so hard to swallow.
Pride ‘n snobbery is what I’m up to follow.
To snub these is the greatest challenge of all.
To tackle the ego is an order so tall.
Where’s the real sweetness — the promised love —
This potential prema that comes from above?
If it’s there, then why doesn’t it fall?
Seems it lacks the gravity of a heavy ball.
As time ticks, 70 comes to my door,
I’m getting closer to being flat on the floor.
With no expectation to finish my term soon,
My service is forever as it is over the moon.
You took on the weighty world like a fighter.
You knock down maya to make everything lighter.
Though towering ocean waves, you keep me afloat,
As the inspiring captain on the bhakti boat.
-Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2021/02/tuesday-february-9-2021.html
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