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I lived, Elijah-like, Mt. Carmel in : 
All gave me nothing.  I slid back 
To common sense, as reason bids, 
And “hence,” my friend, “the Pyramids.” 
 
At last I met a maniac 
With mild eyes full of love, and tresses 
Blanched in those lonely wildernesses 
Where he found wisdom, and long hands 
Gentle, pale olive ’gainst the sand’s 
Amber and gold.  At sight, I knew him ; 
Swifter than light I flashed, ran to him, 
And at his holy feet prostrated 
My head ; then, all my being sated 
With love, cried “Master !  I must know. 
Already I can love.”  E’en so. 
The sage saluted me ram, ram,9 
lmba p'av kI b'I dam , 
janI yh sb se m…zikl kam 
hE, vah zavaz , t…mhar nam 
istarae< me< sIne se iloa hE , 
hmare pas Aap cele , hm dva$ 
icÄa ke vaSte de<ge .  ha< , said I : 
“I’m game to work through all eternity, 
Your holiness the Guru Swami !”*  Thus 
I studied with him till he told me bs. 10 
He taught the A B C of Yoga : 
I asked ik vaSte,11 kya haega .12 
In strange and painful attitude,13 
I sat while he was very rude.14 
With eyes well fixed on my proboscis15 
I soon absorbed the Yogi Gnosis. 
He taught me to steer clear of vices 
The giddy waltz, the tuneful aria, 
Those fatal foes of Brahma-charya;16 
And said, “How very mild and nice is 
One’s luck to lop out truth in slices, 
And chance to chop up cosmic crises !” 
* The correct form  of addres s from a pupil to his teacher.  See Sab-
hapaty Swami’s pamphlet on Yoga. 
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My Mahatma. 
What price  
Kut Humi ? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
? ? ? ? ? ? Oh, 
how wise 
Grampa must 
have been, 
Bobbie !