Dearest Lord Sri Krsna,
O Lord, Supreme Controller,
how fortunate I am to have your mercy.
I bow before You, unworthy and ignorant.
Your love is so great, that You let
me remember You, for I knew You
before. In my attempt to be the lord of
this nature, I turned away and forgot
You though. All I ask is that I never be
so unfortunate to forget You again.
Use me as You deem fit, dear Krsna.
Help others to become aware of You
once more, by using me in Your awakening.
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This world is a prison house.
Birth and death are real.
But if there were no spirit souls
nobody would feel.
Our consciousness has always been.
The atma never dies and smaller than
a molecule is the person’s
size.
by Jan Holstrom
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My spiritual duty was done
My soul could rest at ease….
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Krsna to friends,
They’d laugh at me I’d fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time , the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into this book and said
“Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down…
But never found the time.”
Bhakta Jerry—San Antonio, Texas
The illusion of this place
Comes in terms of “I and mine.”
But God gave us this space
To use for something sublime.
The enemy is within
The ego is his name.
He always demands a stipend
But all the payments are the same.
Making money is for the I
Having sex is for the mine.
We partake until we die
Such is the fine.
Rebelling against our nature
We have fallen into this trap.
It is time to act mature
And get rid of our bad rap.
Please take away my pride
So I only crave Your service.
Krsna, please bring me to Your side
And make me a humble servant.
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said, “I don’t believe that God exists.” Why do you say that,” asked the customer.
“Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all these things.”
Oh my Lord
Behind the sun
The cause of all causes
Lord Krsna you’re the one
Lost but you found me
And entered into all I do
Lifetime after lifetime
My heart is lost to you
Seated in everyone’s heart
From you come remembrance, knowledge, forgetfulness
All is in your hands now
You are my consciousness
In the footsteps of Srila Prabhupada, His Divine Grace
We work to tell of Krsna’s gory, save the human race.
To everyone behind the walls
To tell of all Srila Prabhupada’s books have done for me
To tell of Lord Caitanya’s glories
I’m right where I need to be
I prayed to be free of my attachments
I prayed that He’d let me see
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Art and poem by Jivananda das.
At the time this poem evolved I was sitting in solitary confinement cell in the Pacific Northwest rainforest at the Pelican Bay Security Hosting Unit, a very lonely place. No human contact, no television, no radio, no window, while surrounded by concrete and steel.
Only through the love and dedication of my spiritual master, Bir Krisna das Goswami and my god brothers/sisters, who nourished me with Krsna’s love, friendship and instructions from His treasured sages was I able to survive.
During a three day power outage the only available light came in through a distant skylight. The rain was fierce. While sitting in the semi-darkness chanting my daily prayers, the purity and intensity of this prose surfaced.