Servant of the universe
There was a time when I walked alone and lost, confused, angry, afraid.
A path drenched in booze.
Even then I crossed great lands, retreated into solitude, found peace in the trees and love in the waters.
As the clock kept ticking, I heard the song of God and met the monk who walked in devotion.
I served many and felt myself the life of the universe.
As time passed, my ego expanded. Roles were given, catered to, then paraded.
As all things do, it came to an end.
I fell from the stage.
I once heard Krishna takes all from those he loves most. I did not understand until everything began to fall away.
When my health was called into question, these legs that carried me across the country could not walk a single mile.
Trapped in a small room with nothing but my mind, almost no one around, something changed.
A rebirth and with rebirth, pain. Some lessons must be learned again.
A new spark flickered. The light was not strong, but there were guiding hands.
Time passed. The path began to clear. Things started to arrive.
I may have lost everything, yet found myself returning through the lens of another self.
It is strange how names matter. From Jagajivan Das to Jonathan.
I have been given many names, each serving a season.
Today I stand listening to the breath, hearing the sound of creation, understanding why it has been this way.
Grateful for the austerity. Grateful for the pain.
Love is not what we think. It is far more.
In the end, there is no difference between anything.
The breath brings me here. The breath makes me clear.
A servant of the universe Grateful For the gift from god.
Filled with grace for those who blessed the path.