The Statistics say...
I had a reader from India
today
mother India
...a place I have
never been
except, of course,
in spirit-
Ramakrishna, Yogananda
Thank you,
so very much
for coming here...
and the Beatles too
for you see,
without you,
I never would have known
The Bliss, The Peace,
The Presence.
Back in the day
long ago
and far away.
I was searching
for God
Looking here, there
and everywhere...
The Beatles had been
to see
the Maharishi
and so
I got my flower
and my thirty-five dollars
(a lot of money to me, at the time)
and a pretty white-brand new hankie
I still remember that room
with drapes and quietness
with incense and kind people present
and when I meditated with them
there was this pin-point of light
way down within my presence
and almost a sound
like a little clear bell
and a feeling
like being home again
after so long
away
Well that was a long time ago - now -
but I will always thank John, Paul, George, and Ringo
for making it so
for without their publicity
I'm sure the local chapter of the TM folks
would never have been
I was so young
The parents wouldn't let me
drive at night
So Dad went with me
But he never went in
Just sat in the lobby
patiently
I didn't know then
How special that was
or how kind
We don't always know
when we're young...
But now I formally thank you, father,
for doing such a thing
I'm sure you had to work
the next day-
You enabled me
to begin a journey
(I knew Mom would never
let me go to India-then)
Full circle
it seems
If life is a dream
-Mine is getting better
of late
and it all comes back
to that-
That little white light
which has grown bright
And now
is the love
Of my life
Thank you
India
I had a reader from India
today
mother India
...a place I have
never been
except, of course,
in spirit-
Ramakrishna, Yogananda
Thank you,
so very much
for coming here...
and the Beatles too
for you see,
without you,
I never would have known
The Bliss, The Peace,
The Presence.
Back in the day
long ago
and far away.
I was searching
for God
Looking here, there
and everywhere...
The Beatles had been
to see
the Maharishi
and so
I got my flower
and my thirty-five dollars
(a lot of money to me, at the time)
and a pretty white-brand new hankie
I still remember that room
with drapes and quietness
with incense and kind people present
and when I meditated with them
there was this pin-point of light
way down within my presence
and almost a sound
like a little clear bell
and a feeling
like being home again
after so long
away
Well that was a long time ago - now -
but I will always thank John, Paul, George, and Ringo
for making it so
for without their publicity
I'm sure the local chapter of the TM folks
would never have been
I was so young
The parents wouldn't let me
drive at night
So Dad went with me
But he never went in
Just sat in the lobby
patiently
I didn't know then
How special that was
or how kind
We don't always know
when we're young...
But now I formally thank you, father,
for doing such a thing
I'm sure you had to work
the next day-
You enabled me
to begin a journey
(I knew Mom would never
let me go to India-then)
Full circle
it seems
If life is a dream
-Mine is getting better
of late
and it all comes back
to that-
That little white light
which has grown bright
And now
is the love
Of my life
Thank you
India
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