Humble Expansion

Where the dusty pathways bend,

Stands a Yogi, time’s old friend.

Lost within his spirit’s light,

Detached from every worldly sight.

Pure of soul and free from hate,

He accepts his silent fate.

With a heart so calm and still,

He views the world with peaceful will.

Glory reaching for the sky,

Rooted where the secrets lie.

Ancient wisdom, nectar-sweet,

Scriptures lay beneath his feet.

Branches dance in heaven’s blue,

Deep in earth he starts anew.

Giving all his self away,

To serve the world in every way.

Hanging roots like prayer beads,

Sown from silent, holy seeds.

Touching dust to chant the spell,

Where the earth’s own mantras dwell.

He has seen the birth and death,

Time’s cold play and final breath.

No simple singer of a song,

But a witness, wise and strong.

From his leaves, a silence rings,

The sound of high and holy things.

Showering peace like healing rain,

To soothe the heart and ease the pain.

O Great Tree! Grant me the sign,

To make your sacred wisdom mine.

High ambition, humble heart,

This is life’s most noble art.