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Deliverance by Purushottam Dasa Brahmachari

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

Be born again. This time a perfect child. This time immortal. This time happy, forever blissful Be born again! This time let your crying ring out to the stars! This time just scream in eternal ecstasy, "I' m back. I'm back!" This time, you... 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

Separation by Satsvarupa Dasa

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

What difference will it make? if I go down to the river to look for You in the stream of the water or if I sit down here before Your picture, Either way it is the same because I have Your Name to recite over and over and it seems I have actually done both, by thinking... read more

Our Prayer by Brahmananda Dasa

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

HARE KRISHNA, HARE KRISHNA, KRISHNA KRISHNA, HARE HARE; Our obeisances to You, Golden One, Prince of Him, Gouranga. Obeisances to Your pure disciples. Obeisances to our grand master, Bhaktivinode Thakur. Obeisances to Guru Maharaj, Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati.... read more

The One Real Eloquent Art of the Worlds by Satsvarupa Dasa

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

Saraswati is playing her vina inspiring the speech makers and musicians But only God-praise is sweet. Somehow they get at her, though, the others from her generosity flows measured lyrics, sounds, forms of swan and river and lotus and dye. But for me the pure One,... 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