I WAS DUMB, DEAF AND BLIND
Entrapped in the web,
of Gauranga's loving net,
Krishna, we must always remember,
and never ever forget.
I was dumb, deaf, and blind,
to the goal of human kind,
till Prabhupada, his grace divine,
entered my heart, right on time.
His love is pure and unconditional,
and eternally constitutional,
as the sweetness of his surrender,
with pure love to Lord Govinda.
Beyond the impersonal brahmajyoti,
is Krishna's personal pure devotee,
in a flowing golden dhoti,
in devotional bliss, he is floating.
Simply full of Krishna shakti,
due to his perfect Krishna bhakti,
into pure hearts he is walking,
when there is no anarthas blocking.
The sane know what I say,
the insane walk away,
from the world's gurudeva,
that comes here just to save,
all us conditioned souls,
who are trapped inside deep holes,
knowing not where to repose,
all our love to end our woes.
Jesus always pleases,
He alone that can release us,
from repeated birth, death and diseases,
in the worlds where, never peace is.
And walking on his path,
beyond all lust and wrath,
and this world, that's but a trap,
is those that do what God does ask.
They are called pure and sinless,
and the only eternal winners,
of the love and bliss all seek,
with in all souls, most sweet and deep.
This love is called Shri Krishna,
by awakened souls who witness,
the unlimited bliss within us,
that is endless and beginning-less.
Krishna's with us, yet apart,
beyond, yet in our hearts,
by His inconceivable arts,
from Him all ends and starts.
By pure love alone, He is known,
Who stands Supreme alone,
always surrounded by His own,
serving Him with love overflowing.
Indeed, He is always seen,
with beauty serene and supreme,
with His servants close on the scene,
fulfilling all that Krishna doth deem.
He stands alone independent,
with all others fully dependant,
on Him for everything,
For He is the source Supreme.
In ignorance of this eternal truth,
poor lost souls must sinfully move,
believing their lords of what they own,
birth after birth, they unknowingly roam.
Not until they come to that place,
that moves the feet of his divine grace,
can they ever hope to even trace,
the fruitlessness of their mad race.
So only by Prabhupada's mercy I write,
what I know to be eternally right,
and the only safe eternal light,
to revive our real eternal life.
For spiritual wisdom is alive,
from the one ocean we may dive,
more deeply forever and survive,
in increasing bliss, with Krishna in our eyes.
Eternal perfect wisdom,
comes with Krishna in our vision,
knowing I am simply the servant of God,
and all His servants, like Prabhupada.
Aside from this is ignorance,
the will of the wisp,
like a captured fish,
hopelessly, grasping for life,
till we are back, where we exist.
Unless the fisher man,
throws the fish back to his home,
all the fish can do is struggle,
in a world with no hope.
In the same way,
we must have the mercy,
of the hand that sets us free,
and that is alone,
Krishna's pure devotee,
asking us to just chant,
the names of Shri Hari,
as tolerant as a tree,
as humble as the straw on the street,
please just always repeat,
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
Yes we must do this,
if we ever wish,
to know the unlimited bliss,
of why we even exist,
purest Krishna consciousness
Thus this anubhavananda dasa,
just begs Prabhupada to give him his sauce,
birth after birth, so I may peacefully cross,
over all miseries, where all is gain and no loss.
MY POETRY SITES
http://community.webtv.net/bhima1600,
http://community.webtv.net/anubhavananda1, http://community.webtv.net/expounder1,
http://community.webtv.net/gourasundara
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