He was the king of angels
the emperor and the humble Lord
He was the divine judge and the soft mother
the child, the old man, the great master.
The Guru of guru's
the light of knowledge and the peaceful love.
He was the director of our human theatre,
the hero, the first actor and the one behind.
He was playing with the rainbow light
the seven colours of reality
smiling at our illusions.
The most tender of friends,
the most hard teacher and the most high.
His path was the divine one,
simple as the earth, pure as the sky.
His laugh was the radiant sun.
His eyes the energy of life.
The sight of Him was the revelation,
the miracle everyday, the biggest Grace.
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