Sunday, 15 July 2012

Sweetest Hari...

(Hari was our father and friend, we had a ceremony for him today for his passing away, just one short year ago. Hari this is for you.)

It's been a year since he's gone
and we are all gathered here. 
to say good-bye to a man,
who was so full of cheer. 

In the simplest of ways,
he just got on with his life,
he didn't sit around worrying,
will this cause me strife?

He didn't sit around worrying,
about what people thought,
he just got off his butt
and did what he aught. 

God was his man
and he spoke of him always. 
He spoke in the old ways,
which is different to nowadays. 

He shot from the hip,
with Gods name on his lips,
He shot from the the hip,
with no need to decrypt. 

You never had to worry,
about Hari's cogitations. 
It was all on the table,
with no hesitation. 

He was the funniest guy,
and he didn't even try. 
It was his joy for living,
that you could not deny. 

He was all about family,
and doing things right. 
He put it all out there,
never afraid of a fight. 

He inspired us all,
to get it all done. 
To live every moment,
and to have a little fun. 

He shared his life with us all,
and we are all truly thankful,
for he lived it out loud,
and it was never uneventful. 

Hari, it's good-bye for now,
thanks for all that you've done. 
All those lessons and memories,
that we could never refund. 

You were one of the sweetest of men,
that we've had the pleasure to meet. 
We pray that God grants you,
all that you seek. 

Good-bye our sweet Hari,
our Father and friend,

who was so full of cheer.

In the simplest of ways,
he just got on with his life,
he didn't sit around worrying,
will this cause me strife?

He didn't sit around worrying,
about what people thought,
he just got off his butt
and did what he aught.

God was his man
and he spoke of him always.
He spoke in the old ways,
which is different to nowadays.

He shot from the hip,
with Gods name on his lips,
He shot from the the hip,
with no need to decrypt.

You never had to worry,
about Hari's cogitations.
It was all on the table,
with no hesitation.

He was the funniest guy,
and he didn't even try.
It was his joy for living,
that you could not deny.

He was all about family,
and doing things right.
He put it all out there,
never afraid of a fight.

He inspired us all,
to get it all done.
To live every moment,
and to have a little fun.

He shared his life with us all,
and we are all truly thankful,
for he lived it out loud,
and it was never uneventful.

Hari, it's good-bye for now,
thanks for all that you've done.
All those lessons and memories,
that we could never refund.

You were one of the sweetest of men,
that we've had the pleasure to meet.
We pray that God grants you,
all that you seek.

Good-bye our sweet Hari,
our Father and friend,
you cared for us always,
right up, till the end....


Monday, 9 July 2012

The Gift.

Towards the end I've found a great friend.
The warrior in me, can no longer pretend.
From this impatient self I have to transcend,
for the shadow in me, I can no longer befriend.

The beauty that's in me, I can no longer resist,
for its the resisting of this, that has let the darkness persist.
The only thing that we hurt when we judge and hurt others,
is the light that's in us, the same light from our brothers.
In our sisters and mothers, our friends and our lovers, this light unites all, every skin shade and color.

The greatest enemy of all,
 is our urge to resist,
the one thing in this life that cannot desist.
We curse and we worry and punish ourselves,
instead of letting it go and praying for help.
Our protection and love, is all that we need
but it is this simplest of acts, that we fail to heed.

Humility is needed, before we will ever let go,
we must drop to our knees, only then will we grow.

When we surrender to God and forgive all our foes,
we'll inherit the gift, of all that God knows.

Residing in us, lies this gift, still and dormant,
nothing will move, till we realise its importance.
Nothing will shift till we tune into him
and nothing will grow till we let the love in.

The greatest desire of the soul, is to be pure, sweet and good.
We've been tested and trailed and haven't withstood,
all our passions and urges,
and done what we should.
We've given in, to our thoughts and chased after what's nought.
We've made the wrong choices and not done what we ought.

Now nearing the end, I have found a truly great friend,
its in Her I can confide and truly depend.
I surrender my heart to the sweetest of lovers,
for it is in Her I can excel and truly discover,
the most heavenly Gift, from our most heavenly Mother.