Resources of the Himalayan Yoga Tradition

A Poem for Swamiji

Dear Swamiji, smiles,
and gesticulates.
Looks on at his children,
with a glint in his eyes.
Mischief in his gaze.

In the blink of an eye,
he spies our discombobulate
gazes that told it all.

Weight lifting two books,
Swamiji moves from Vasishtha
to a modern story
we all adore.

Still musing, confusing,
tells stories of old.
Ancient words, to us,
like liquid gold drips,
off his tongue.

Love in those words
ancient wisdom stirred.
From Swamiji's heart,
love encompassed
all in that room.

And nature sang in
humorous form
of love sublime
in Vasishtha song.

To Swami Veda,
With Joy,
From Elizabeth Proctor