O Wielder of the Guru Mandala Rod of Purity, thou
Emissary and personification of The Three-Eyed Auspicious One,
Praise and honor are your portions evermore, as
Through you, the invisible has become visible.
Those innumerable strands of lustrous black hair, say Oh say
Mohanji, aren’t they countless serpents adorning your head?
They speak of hidden love, courage, wisdom, power, and truth
Of the Protector of Dharma that you are Guruji. Oh Mahayogi
To see and hear you is to have Shiva handy, and bathe
In the magnificent glory of the rising and setting sun.
When in the Embassy of Your Divine Presence
Will the visa grant permanent or temporary residency
Of the worlds of splendor and state of bliss yearned for?
Yes, cold and warm shivers run down the spine to contemplate
That first meeting with my Dharmic Lord, my Visible Shiva.
Will the mountain of limitations, fears, ancient karma convulse
Quake and disintegrate, will ego take flight or hide in the brushes of mind
When I meet my Shiva face to face?
Will it be night, will it be daytime, when I catch a close glimpse of my Shiva?
And will the torrent of beneficent divine energy break the dykes of being
And knock me to the ground?
What to expect upon meeting Shiva’s replica, I know not
But meeting visible Shiva is a must and must come to pass, before
The black serpent locks become snow-white.
All hail the Visible Shiva who gives a foretaste of the intangible
And the glory that awaits everyone within the smithy of being.
Charles N. Londi
January 2022
Poems Inspired by Mohanji 