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Sand Ripples, Tamohara dasa
Tamohara dasa ADMIN. September 17, 2012 16:34 Waves crash upon the beach Broad sea ever shining stretching out to infinity Her waves crash producing ripples in the sand A ripple the life of every man So precise, so obscure, so soon to disappear Sky and sun, on they shine, "Never mind! " they cry, "Never mind" ! You man! You thing of clay Rest lightly upon the earth today You time here short, like a man-child's play You may tarry long, but soon enough your time will be gone And other rows of…
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Good bye, my love!
I watched your dark webbed feet pass many a mile before me, foraging the sweet green grass.
You sat for days without eating, atop our eggs to hatch our flock, without question or complaining.
You would glady die than let strangers near the eggs. I have watched you raise your wings and your head high!
You stood by and shepherded our dear tiny chicks as the crows and vile beasts strove to take them for their mix.
You flew with me lo the many windy gusty miles, against cold and rain, against heat and storm, against other geese and men so wild.
You would not stop, you pressed on with faith, you took me with you.
Your voice kept me always within range, we were never lost nor seperated long, we were together married for life.
Now as the years take their toll and the southern lands again call us against winter freeze, to the fresh grass...
Together we have seen towns and valleys, trains and planes, rivers and seas pass, beneath our skilled forms.
But Your wings no longer have the strength, and so you must descend into the fields, hide yourself in the reeds by the pool ! You shall not fly again.
My love my life, is it all done now? Have we reached our summer home? Will we ever raise our chicks again ?
And I soon also shall look up upon the Lord of the Geese, and will myself to fly to Him soon, in my end.
The good God Who fed us the luscious grass, who warmed us with His sunshine, we pray will return us to His nest when our this long flight is done.
SPIRITNET; Mama Mana Mandirenet
It was not challenge enough
to attempt the very difficult with very little,
to fulfill a destiny monunental
though we the disciples of Srila Prabhupada,
by Grace, built an empire for Krsna,
before dacoits stole the buildings temporal.
But now, we have to rebuild again,
but not just with very little,
but some of us with nothing at all.
We have gone from concrete external sadhana bhakti purpose
to purely internal devotional service;
our coming out from the caves of our lives is to this platform of communications, so ethereal.
Where purity furthers.
We have gone from concrete operational to purely cognitive. (Piaget)
usurpation
aberration
occupation
oppression
suppression
depression
no concession
succession?
intention?
suspension
defection
solution
reconstitution
annihilation
emancipation
re-direction
Doubt that the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a lair
But never doubt I love. - W. Shakespeare
Alas, we're drowning deep
In waves of colored hue,
Raging winds and thrashing gale
Doth blight all reason true.
Tongues of fire licking flesh
Hell in all directions bound,
Scores of fallen angels
Bleeding stains upon the ground.
Madness, death and courting friends
Do rule this land below,
The nether regions manifest
Upon unsaintly brow.
No hope, no chance, no remedy
Salvation fled in fear,
Age-old human comedy's
Familiar laughing sneer.
And rows of dead, rising up
To punishment deserved,
Just to fall again to dust
Only mammon served.
Amidst this night of dread and fear
Our mindful Lord did send,
A rare and precious jewel of light
All broken dreams to mend.
Prabhupada -- the Lord's dear wish
To ignite the darkened soul,
Pouring immortal nectar sweet
All cups to overflow.
Our vessels full and lips still moist
Shall we now begin our task,
To spread his mercy everywhere
All souls rejoice at last!
In Honor of Srila Prabhupada
(by Padmapani das)
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THE PRABHUPADA CONNECTION
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