James Brown Died While I Was In India

Somehow the news got through

To this place where the sun glistens like triple suns on the holy Narmada river,

We learned that The Hardest Working Man in Show Business lies finally still at home.

As the Brahmin priests intoned their prayers and made their offerings into the fiery mouth of God, Soul Brother Number One drew his last breath,

And today as I try to fix my mind on God, it is the Godfather of Soul who dances into my meditation,

And after the mantra I find myself repeating Please please please...

 

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