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
(Charles Barnett)