That's right, look at me,
all of you,
peeking over your Housewife Stabbed In Queens,
and your stock market scores,
and your baseball scores,
and your Viet Nam scores;
Just keep looking at me,
as I sit across from you,
fingering these ripe, red beads,
chanting
Hare Krishna.

Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.
Don't snicker, please.
Consider me
I love.

Is it so very strange for a lover
to sing his Beloved's Name?
especially when by singing
flowers sprout out of his eyes
and planets fall out of his mouth?

I hope I am disturbing you
with these round, golden chimes
that I ring
to the sound
of His Names.
Madam, you have now stopped fretting about your declining body. And, my dear girl, you have stopped wondering if he's going to ask you.
Young man, you have stopped worrying about no knowing who you are.
And you, sir, have now stopped escaping into last nights' vapid sexual promise.

Now you are all hearing 
HARE KRISHNA HARE KRISHNA
a lullaby
bringing warm tides of peace.
I am singing for us all
Glories to Govinda
on our way to work.
How beautiful amid the subway roar vibrate the Names of God!
HARE KRISHNA HARE RAMA.
The living of your spiritual life has begun now
with this instant of listening,
thousands of births rendered unnecessary, cancelled
with this rebirth.
Understand God 
LIVES
in the Transcendental,
and singing His Name
uncovers the transcendental spark of Him
that is each of us,
and we are purified to see Him
everywhere,
and to learn
how to love Him.

So, sing with me.
Sing the names of the Lord.
Sing.
what better way to praise Him?
Oh no, don't fall back into your everydaythesame newspapers,
Please, look at me HARE KRISHNA
listen HARE RAMA
watch me, I'm dancing
out the door,
singing HARE KRISHNA HARE RAMA KRISHNA KRISHNA HARE HARE
down the platform,
dancing my way to work….
You're right, I'm crazy,
blissfully,
from love
of Krishna
and the joy of chanting His Names.

Here I am rattling Krishna's spinal cord in this cloth bag,
and they think I'm crazy!

Brahmananda Das Brahmacary
(Bruce Scharf)