When we were chanting
Hare Krishna
and the light of the sky
was going in and out
My pleasure was so
great I was afraid
lest I be swept to Indra's heaven
and there given a chariot ride
down the length of the rainbow.
Whereas here on earth,
standing on Houston Street,
I can chant the Holy
Name of Krishna and
He is with me
(kindly dancing on my tongue),
Who is the Source of Everything.