Nine Jafaroos went for a walk.
Only two Jafaroos knew how to talk.
Amidst the seven only three could see.
One of them had only one knee.
The last Jafaroo was unable to speak,
but holding the pen, he wielded it meek—
I, the Jafaroo, from the Highest Sphere Come—
Anointing inner-eyes with truth-filled prasadam.
The weakness you have once prior spied—
has been compassion’s foremost ally.
With a note to the heart and a valiant cry,
Harmless – be more sensitive than the fly.

A light sank upon the horizon –
I felt a stir of communication—
Whoa, now do you hearken?
This, this is, yes!   revelation!!!
Despite wanton degradation,
I embrace humiliation—
like a child I embrace you
with a mother’s love,
now, imbibe Her Lactation:
       A special occasion, an appearance
       made without prior notice.
A divine flow and arrangement—
I have the pen,
       so do listen, a moment:

Our heart must open more.
I am the Key—You’re the door.
When it rains—ask for more—
When thunder rolls—kneel to floor.
How many infants died in the last war?
How are you reasoning in this moment – so poor?
What vanity possesseth thee—
       what attractive allure?
I tell you truly—
       make hatreds fewer;
Know that I am the doer;
of all essences—I am the Imbuer.

Two Jafaroos who knew how to speak—
Read those words at Jafaroo Peak—
Into their hears wisdom did leak—
like baby bird fed from mother’s beak—
as content as the finders of that which they seek—
they understood wisdom – wisdom unique.

Though they spoke – the three heard not—
for of words—many are fought—
behold – in contention—these three were not caught,
but they sought the parchment wisdom wraught,
with pearly price of love they bought—
they cooked it in – black-kettle-pot.

With a single knee was one Jafaroo,
the cane she held was noble blue—
A light, a stick, a sovereign hue—
One alone – among the few—
A standing still – a speaking true:
       Here are words which did ensue:

Soon, Jafaroo, soon – Long Peace –
but now, strive with Earthly Vigor—
It will happen – faces will transfigure!
And you will see the repose—
Yesterday is Tomorrow in Essence—
       In Detail, where ‘God is in’ knows.

The penned Jafaroo extended his pen—
Any can write, children, women & men.
Unable to speak – yet I call you friend.
Wash bowl, perform duty – be zen.
Slide thru difficulty—slender like wren.
I let you be the ‘how’, if you let me be the ‘when’.
I will be the ‘Now’ if you will be the ‘then’.

       Move    away     mountains
              and   make   peace
            in    my     den.