Homage to Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa
He was barely six years old, when in a village in Bengal,
One morning, as he strolled along the bunds of paddy fields,
Munching a handful of puffed rice, he became aware
The monsoon would soon be drenching the land;
A mass of cloud-land darkened the sky. Looking up,
He saw a sudden streak of snow-white cranes in flight,
Vanishing past his vision. That was the boy's epiphany.
He fell, and rose, stunned by the ecstasy.
He lived a span of fifty years, helping fellowmen
To transcend Ego and be one with all creation.
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