THE MYSTIC TROUBADOUR

He portrayed the harmonic member

When he sang with the boisterous brood

When allowed his turn at the recital

His chords would resonate a weary mood.

Though he walked through many shadows

His quest for Maya marked his path

Raising consciousness with deadpan musings

His bemusing smile still made us laugh.

Sheltered in the pinnacle of western splendor

He knew his soul was naked from neglect

He exalted the spouting of an eastern mystic

Who helped him exhale without regret.

Though infamy was kind and bountiful

He knew there was a greater meaning

He chanted and prayed to Hare Krishna

To sway his temporal leanings.

Though his lyrics were spiced with criticism

His melodies were mantras of love

His heavenly offerings delighted his fellow believers 

And now his ovation is from the word above.

For George Harrison – May the Lord, Vishnu and Krishna bless you