Looking at Wikipedia from another site for a reference about an Indian guru-type guy who was a shopkeeper in Bombay, India. He sold
cigarettes (also spelled Beedi) which are hand rolled tobacco cigarettes in a leaf. He was like a regular family man and he had this unique experience where he saw he was one with the universe. Such a beautiful life/mystery lesson. I read more about him and through reading the poem came up. Just what I was feeling after reading stuff at the
Love it- In his photos, he has this piercing gaze, but apparently, he was full of love and wisdom. Photo of the bidi is courtesy of
- Many thanks!
Poem Alert!
All Ever Is
Bidi cigarettes from the small shop
in the alleyway
Old Bombay
1948
The universe delivering
the unmanifested
to the all through
the little man, itself
upstairs in a room
over the small shop
up stairs to heaven
out within consciousness
Who is this ever?
Why, all ever is
Even from before, he speaks
I am That
_ _ _ _ _
One Love
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One Love
