I breathe His Name
An for a lasting second He's there
Now gone . . . inhale.
Now He stays for one whole breath
At a time
Now Gone . . . I inhale.
How marvelous this situation, that
He shows Himself in these
Interval distances of my lungs.
This vital air supplied by Him
Is so precious . . .
I chant like a bellows,
Krishna, Krishna, and spiritual
Blazes ignite, scorching my delusions,
Leaving my ancient self pure and vibrant.
I wipe my eyes and wake up
To this eternal spring morning.
Did all that dark, clouded suffering really happen,
Or did I just close my eyes
For a moment?
Achyutananda Das Brahmacary