A poem by Shantipriya to The Walking Monk:
3 DAYS OF THE WALKING MONK
O’er Suriname’s green and sunlit land
A monk walks softly, staff in hand
Bhaktimarga Swami, with steps so true
Guided hearts to a higher view
Three days he stayed, a fleeting grace
His spirit brightened every space
With every mile, each stride so pure
He taught of paths that can endure
Through city streets and forest trails
We shared our stories, songs, and tales
Forty
