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A Cool Day with Dark Storm Clouds by Damodara Dasa Adhikary, Rabindasvarupa Dasa Brahmachari

Jan 1, 1968 | Damodara Dasa, Poetry, Rabindasvarupa Dasa Brahmachary, Volume-01 Number-16

"Krishna must have such fun " She said Jadurani Devi Dasi She had never touched a cow before, And now, in the fields She is smiling as twelve cows Nuzzle her and lick her hands She is chanting the Name Of her beloved Gopala, And the cows gather around her In... read more

How I Met A.C. Swami Bhaktivedanta by Damodara Dasa Adhikari

Jan 1, 1968 | Damodara Dasa, How I Met Srila Prabhupada, Volume-01 Number-16

One evening in the summer of 1966 a friend and I were waiting for a downtown bus on Second Avenue between First and Second Streets. We were going to a Fulton Street loft to rehearse music for a mixed-media show. My friend had gone into a luncheonette for a moment when... read more

The Divine Name Sets the World A-Spinning by Damodara Dasa

Jan 1, 1968 | Damodara Dasa, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-16

Who can understand the power of The Name? The simple pronouncing of It Clears the mind of all dirt, Softens the heart, gladdens the heart, Makes the sincere person laugh, Relax, feel the Bliss of God's association, Cry, see Govinda's Lovely Form before him,... read more

Pradyumna by Damodara Dasa

Jul 1, 1967 | Damodara Dasa, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-15

Pradyumna, Pradyumna, Pradyumna Prabhu, walking in the park. Pradyumna walking in the park. Yellow and blue, shaved head Prabhu, Walking in the park through the families. Pradyumna walking through the families. The grass is green, bright green Where Pradyumna walks,... read more

Getting Across by Damodara Dasa

Jul 1, 1967 | Damodara Dasa, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-15

A weak, starving man was walking Slowly through a landscape of Dead trees and barren thorn bushes. On his back was a large sack Filled with heavy grey stones. He had nothing except these stones. He loved his stones; One was round, one was square, And one was like a... read more

From an April Morning Talk by Swami by Damodara Dasa

Jun 20, 1967 | Damodara Dasa, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-14

There is a nice example When I was flying from San Francisco The plane was flying Above the cloud ocean. When I came first from India I saw the water ocean And the cloud ocean is just the same, Round all round. Above the cloud is the sun And though we came down... read more