POETRY – LOVE


Dadajii

Music was his pleasure, a joyous sound for us all,
His ballad banjo strumming, a dawn chorus call.
A gargantuan hearted teddy bear, sensitive and brave,
An open minded philosopher, in Baba’s mission to souls save.

With a willingness to learn, from students, life and God,
No work for him too lowly, no person too far from Light.
His compassion was overflowing, the nobility of a knight,
In him dogma non-existent, stricture without rod.

He had humour in abundance, in him laughter was a joy,
Infectious to all others, the innocence of a boy.
Self-criticism was a trait, for perfection was his goal,
Adieu to you dear brother, for whom the bell did toll.