Posted on Mar 28th, 2009
by
Eli
Walking under the shadow of moonlight
Once I saw a naked man,
Standing with raised hands
Under a banyan tree
Whispering to himself "I am free".
That was eons ago,
When the rivers would flow,
And the heavenly birds singing,
For ever and ever ringing.
Time flowed down the river,
And the banyan tree had grown bigger,
When I saw him again, saffron clad,
Looking glad.
Monks, with yellow robes wandered all around,
People were kissing the ground.
Buddha, they gave him the name,
And bestowed him with all the fame.
Under the banyan tree,
He told them peacefully,
"You are free".
They called him "The Holy One"
But time waited for none,
Down the river it flowed away.
It was only the other day,
That I came across,
The same naked man, bearing a cross,
On his bleeding shoulders.
And they,
Who had called him "the holy one"
Spat on him, and made fun.
He, who had once said "I am free"
Under the banyan tree,
Looked up at me,
And said "Please make them free".
I stood stupefied,
As he was crucified,
And the river water turned red.
Today at sunset,
Once again I met,
The man,
Standing with folded hands,
Offering deep humble bows
As that One Light radiated bright,
Through Many Windows.
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