PENTECOST 165
I lived, Elijah-like, Mt. Carmel in :
35 All gave me nothing. I slid back
To common sense, as reason bids,
And “hence,” my friend, “the Pyramids.”
At last I met a maniac My Mahatma.
With mild eyes full of love, and tresses What price
. ‘, Kut Humi?
40 Blanched in those lonely wildernesses
Where he found wisdom, and long hands
Gentle, pale olive ‘gainst the sand’s
Amber and gold. At sight, I knew him ;
Swifter than light I flashed, ran to him,
46 And at his holy feet prostrated
My head ; then, all my being sated
With love, cried “ Master! I must know.
Already I can love.” E’en so.
The sage saluted me r7q1 trav? 2222? 20h,
how wise
50 @aaqT ATF mt qzt ava 1 Grampa must
° ~ ° have been,
Wat Ve wa B ayfas AMA Bobbie|
Zi ATS WTATH | AARTT ATA
fant 4 ata a fear 2
zat ara Bra Vo 1 ea eas
65 faal a ae emu ztasaid 1:
‘Pm game to work through all eternity,
Your holiness the Guru Swami!”* ‘Thus
I studied with him till he told me 7a y
He taught the A B C of Yoga:
a0 lasked fae areata" aut ata”
In strange and painful attitude,"
I sat, while he was very rude."
With eyes well fixed on my proboscis,
J soon absorbed the Yogi Gnosis.
65 He taught me to steer clear of vices,
The giddy waltz, the tuneful aria,
Those fatal foes of Brahma-charya ; !6
And said, “‘ How very mild and nice is
One’s luck to lop out truth im slices,
70 And chance to chop up cosmic crises !”
* The correct form of address from a pupil to his teacher. See Sab-
hapaty Swami's pamphlet on Yoga.