An homage to my friend
There is a man I know who has the power of Hercules
He moves with inspiring force, grit and determination
(Truly he is a sight to behold!)
Big and lumbering and broad and ancient and vast
He is a miracle, a paradox, God’s divine contradiction
So afraid of his power to kill, so massive his strength
Moving about the room, a lion in his gelded cage
(Sheer masculine presence ebullient and overflowing)
Feeling his way through this life and those many far gone
We long to see the force, oh leader, the pent up rage
I have looked into his dark orbed eyes to touch his soul
It is a rare honor to feel his divinity, his shining might
(He is a wise old soul who knows much)
In ages past, villagers came just to gaze into emptiness
Many turned away, so great was the master’s radiant light
I remember the change, I cannot ever forget
Transformation from human man to child deity
(Truly, there was a man-god amongst us)
I cried in wonder, how could I not have seen it!
I trembled, mesmerized, basking in authentic humanity
To see this giant stripped of his mental gyrations
I bowed at his feet, and prayed for redemption
(If you have ever felt god unfiltered, you know)
Words no longer necessary, golden light fills our hearts
I have witnessed Little Buddha here on earth, Grenville in completion
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