The Beggar King

Oh how he shines! The beggar king!
Seated in his humble room
amidst the forest wild.
The walls are cracked,
the roof is sagging, and
all he has he gives away,
yet how he shines!

No ego there to dull the edge
of God's pure blazing rays.
No pride to cloud the glory
of his simple perfect day.
One with the one who is
one with all, his love does
fall on great and small
with equal grace;
No difference does he see.

Poor as a new born child,
and pure as the child's first smile,
he asks for nothing.
Nothing he has, and nothing he wants,
yet how his shines, the beggar king,
Oh! How he shines!

Premananda, March 1, 1974