"Out of the awareness of the breath, the heart will flower with self-love and love for others."
- Ma Jaya

Stories

The One and Only

By John May (Bhajarangi)

The One and Only

Everyone now lonely.

From where did she come?

What is her sum?

Who the hell was she?

And how did she see?

Everything all around.

The mind comes unwound.

She would say with a shout.

Don’t sit with a pout.

If you can’t figure it out.

Then just be devout.

Her lesson was kindness.

She’d say be mindless.

And serve all around.

But keep your feet on the ground.

Oh please don’t go.

As we still don’t’ know.

We need you to stay.

Not done with the play.

You don’t need me she’d say.

So be on your way.

But we don’t want to leave.

We still don’t believe.

Then what will you do.

When my time is through?

Can’t be here forever.

It’s your endeavor.

Then she’d say with a smile.

You can stay for a while.

But you must know this.

As your feeling the bliss.

You have it yourself.

Take it down from its shelf.

Stand on your own.

And stop that moan.

You have it inside.

Though in me you confide.

Get it through your thick head.

Not me you instead.

When will you get it?

Now go and sit.

While close so intense.

All kept in suspense.

What can I say?

Just Namaste.

With enough work.

And eagerness a quirk.

The truth will come through.

That I am in you.

Then you will say.

It was me all the day.

Now that I feel.

What’s left to steal?

So now we can walk.

Side by side as we talk.

It just started to get fun.

And now you must run?

And quietly know.

It is your time to go.

I don’t want it to happen.

But it must and it will.

As my heart it stands still.

Anticipating destiny.

It brings out the best in me.

The time now comes to pass.

You are no longer at last.

And off you fly.

As we wonder why.

It had to be so.

Each one of us know.

Your pain was so deep.

As we sat at your feet.

I want to go home.

She said in her tone.

And then she did leave.

Granting reprieve.

For those that would cry.

She would ask why.

Are you shedding a tear?

For yourself do you fear?

Do you feel grief?

Or is it relief?

I taught you better than that.

So let go of your crap.

And start to live.

That’s all I can give.

So do not despair.

‘Cause nothing is fair.

So get on with the things.

That my lesson brings.

So hold your head high.

Breathe out a sigh.

There is nothing to fear.

I am still here.

There is nowhere to go.

Together we flow.

So who could eschew?

That Brooklyn Jew.

Gone from this space.

Heart now in her place.

Even though we know better.

Being taught letter for letter.

Everyone is still lonely.

For the One and Only.

– Bhajarangi