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 ripples dawn on distant shores
And tho the crow calls "Nevermore!"
Yet still we cling to our dream within a dream.
and though we die, our heads were held high
as we searched for Love never ending,
a Radha-Krsna-love Supreme.
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