FROM AN ADMIRER ‘You are old, Father Rampa,’ the Young Man exclaimed,‘And the Press for too long have you defamed.The Candles you lit gleam both near and afar Sending out light like a welcoming Star.‘You are old, Father Rampa,’ the Young Man said.‘Put aside your typing, it’s time that you died.Your life has been hard and your experiences grim,But the Candles you lit will never grow dim!’‘You are old, Father Rampa,’ the Young Man said.‘Your Candles will flame long after you’re dead.The Truths you have taught will enrich our way,The hardships you suffered; was it too much m pay?’Freed from suffering, freed from sorrow,Freed from worries about ‘tomorrow’,Freed from the toils of this bad Earth,Freed from the circle of ‘endless’ re-birth,Your life-flame flickers and ends one day,But the Candles you lit will show us the Way!(with apologies to all and everyone who merits an apology!)9