I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As i entered Goloka's door
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the light or its decor.

But it was the devotees in Goloka
That i was amazed to see
I knew them all on the earth
But they had so little bhakti.

There stood my sankirtana leader
The one who stole Krishna's money twice:
Next to him was my old temple president
Who was never ever nice.

Krishna Dasa who never preached,
who seemed so insincere
Was sitting ecstatically with Krishna
to whom he seemed so dear.

I asked my guru, "What's going on?
of this i don't know what to make.
How'd all these devotees end up here?
Did someone make a mistake?"

"And why is everyone so quite,
So somber give me a clue."
"Quite, Prabhu" He said, "they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you."

Judge Not!!

Remember.. just going to temple
doesn't make you a devotee
any more than standing in your
garage makes you a car

And a temple is NOT a museum of saints
but a hospital for fallen souls.
every saint has a past..
every sinner has a future!