A Messenger of the Messiah?
Isn’t that a pulchritudinous idea?
When the time is ripe it happens!
It has been there. It’s an old idea!
The coeval looks like a battlefield
Conflict creeps into every field.
Be it a country, islet or a continent!
It’s inside our body too, concealed!
Be it religion , language or breed
Skin colour , accent or one’s creed
All fields merge into battlefields!
Conflicts arise if minds are sealed!
All we need is arrays of open minds
Minds open to the sun, moon, winds
Trees & flowers, the skies and birds!
For battle-free zones, they’re shields!
Nature is natural, stays in the original
There’s nothing liminal, all is initial.
Living with nature is a sure fire way
To drub the mundane for the supernal!
And then the soul merges into oversoul
Working like a shield becomes the goal!
And a shield she is for the rehabilitants
I talk of Lindsay Satterfield, angelic soul!
Lindsay is linden tree & satter is shield!
For the needy she is shelter and a shield!
Be it he or she, white or red, dark or grey
She stands in orison mode , doesn’t yield!
She is messenger of the Messiah, Gurumai!
May hear her knock, if there’s painful sigh!
Gurumai is the soul of SYDA anchorage
Sitting atop of a hill, under the Catskills sky!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi
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