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A Visitor from the East

Some enjoyed, some recoiled,
Some remained indifferent;
While a few welcomed
The visitor from the east,

Simple in dress, noble in manners,
Pure in heart, soft in talk,
Carrying little did he come,
The visitor from the east,

What shall he ask for? The poor fellow!
Everyone wondered; but, instead,
He offered 'My brothers and sisters'!
The visitor from the east,

He opened his box, closed his eyes,
Whispered a mantra, went into trance
Breathing as gently as a yogi,
The visitor from the east,

You strive for 'How much more can I have!'
And he said, 'With how much less can I survive!'
You look outwards and I inwards, said
The visitor from the east,

The night came as he was shown his room
The soft cushions and mattresses put him
In distress and discomfort; the compassionate,
The visitor from the east,

I saw the visitor in my dream,
His heart was as broad as his vision,
And he wept for the suffering poor,
The visitor from the east,

We shook hands as he departed
Bringing together two civilizations,
Like lingering fragrance he remains:
A "Voice without Form" -
The epochal visitor from the east.

– Dr. CS Shah
February 24, 2002

 

 
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