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On Installation of the New Deity by Satsvarupa Dasa

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

I don't know if it's Monday Wednesday or Friday I'm up on my feet dancing our temple has a new Murti! Blackish Krishna Lord of the Dance oh now we can really sing and play this Murti is real God-brother! His toes and palms are pink and His foot... read more

Poem by Madhusudan

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

Dear Krishna, You supply all devotees with sufficient amount of You to always help us keep our minds off evil Maya and on Your Holy Name, Fame and Form and we never come down from the sweet sufficient amount As we chant we only proceed up from that... read more

My Position by Brahmananda Dasa

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

i've grown accustomed to the birth of infants who grow into children; mature; and die like i am doing. And, i've grown accustomed to the bloom of the earth every spring and its demise every winter. The oceans i've crossed, the far-away mountains, the sky,... read more

Poem by Bhaktajan

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

High ring – low moan Chanting the sacred mantra Propelling the spiritual part of us into oblivion While the illusion of this material day Slowly drifts into the now meaningless mire of the material world. Years go by Frantic searches for possession of the... read more

The First Days of Spring by Damodar Dasa

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

The aroma of the chant is a bee, Buzzing, calling, a magnet pulling Me away from wife and friends, Forgetful of all but Krishna, A baby God is a cowherd boy, a baby, All of us are babies, crying For our mother, Krishna, A little bee, buzzing, And stinging me, a cruel... read more

The Ogre’s Lament by Rayarama Dasa

Jun 1, 1967 | Poetry, Rayarama Dasa, Volume-01 Number-13

Gnarled within And gnarled without, I am the lumbering, lusting Brute denizen of this concrete swamp, The minion of immemorial shadow. I am the killer and the coward, I the beast of rages, The blind and ugly madman Chasing other madman Through the death-choked... read more