LOVING TEARS MUST FALL
Everything is moving,
by Krishna's Will,
the wind in the trees,
and the daffodil.
The pen on this page,
this poet's rage,
the perfect stage,
the nights and days.
Everything is moving,
by Krishna's desire,
the perfect storm,
the purifying fire.
Let Krishna's wish rule,
this failing fool,
O force me Lord Krishna,
to be Thy perfect tool.
His hammer hit His nail,
with out any fail,
His saint went to Him,
and the rascal to hell.
Consciousness of Krishna,
is all we are missing,
the reason all is existing,
is all we are missing..
O original Guru,
O all that is true,
O Son of Jashoda,
and Nanda too.
O sender of Prabhupada,
my soul inspiration,
just let my soul live,
for Thy glorification.
Please make me write,
just what you like,
please send me on a hike,
unto the highest height.
Everyone must know,
from Whom all does flow,
this poet must show,
all Thy glory a glow.
It is not my will,
it is Thy Will,
just let me take Thy high road,
not the fool's, that's my road.
Loving tears must fall,
just answering Thy call,
or waisted is all,
make me Thy dancing doll.
O Master of The Gopis,
and the greatest Devotees,
take me up Thy road please,
Just let my pure love flow please,
right to Thy Lotus Feet,
Surabhi cows, lick most sweet,
which shade removes the heat,
leading to sad defeat.
O Singer of Thy Gita,
the wise are all repeating,
for You, let my heart be beating,
so all Thy sages I am meeting.
Please hear this wretch's request,
when it comes the time of death,
with Thy Names, may I be blessed,
so I may pass the final test.
And with in these priceless seconds,
may I just bestow Thy blessings,
to all who are my witness,
let Thy full blessings be with us.
Please make my fumbling prayers,
a most glorious affair,
that just ends all the despair,
of fallen souls everywhere.
Just ecstatic tears must fall,
while Thy Holy Names we call,
and at Thy Lotus Feet we fall,
with our our heart in Thee Gopal.
With Thy Flute near Thy lips,
all must see this Bliss,
Thy perfect Finger Tips,
working tunes, that none should miss.
This sick fiend must always sing,
the glories of Thy Names Supreme,
to awaken from my dream,
please hear my pleads I scream.
Thy Will I must fulfill,
so all may know the greatest thrill,
of just eating Thy Holy Meal,
O please hear my appeal.
Let not my fate fall,
my sins, destroy them all,
so no more time I stall,
O please hear my call.
This sickness I can't bare,
of not seeing You everywhere,
in all hearts and in the air,
I must see You, in loving care.
For this indeed is Thy Plea,
please fix Thy minds on Me,
if you want to be freed,
from lust, anger and greed.
And Thy Name is the same,
as all Thy power and fame,
and our life's only aim,
O please set all hearts aflame,
to fill all the world's streets,
with Thy Holy Names, most sweet,
so with love, all souls, we greet,
to make life perfect and complete.
O all attractive Shyamasundara,
Supreme liberator, Mukunda,
O reservoir of pleasure Govinda,
Thy Form, please make us remember.
Thy all enchanting Form,
undying and unborn,
can alone sooth all those forlorn,
on the lap of hate and scorn.
Thy unlimited Beauty,
alone reveals our duty,
to discard all the booty,
in our crazy fleeting movie.
O unlimited Krishna,
You alone stand independent,
of all Thy stringent laws,
that enslave Thy lost dependants.
You alone can give the power,
to Thy greatest souls,
to spread Krishna consciousness,
by leaving maya's control.
You alone reveal Thy mysteries,
that none can ever grasp,
unless they grab Thy Servant's Feet,
to take the greatest cleansing bath.
O Krishna Krishna Krishna,
please hear Thy servant's cry,
forever I have forgotten You,
and Thy Servant's on high, close by.
Yet I am Thy eternal servant,
now drowning, crying for breath,
please force me to remember You,
and never ever forget,
Thy holy holy Names,
and Thy incarnations cry,
the cry of Gaura Nitai,
to wake up and arise.
This anubhavananda,
just lost in hopeless blunder,
just prays to hear the thunder,
of Thy voice of all wonder,
just like rumbling clouds,
let me hear Thy voice, most loud,
so I may no longer be so proud,
to leave Thy joyful crowd,
always chanting Thy glories,
in Your Abode, beyond all worries,
that is the kingdom of God,
where all souls execute their job,
of always remaining engaged,
in just praising Thy Names,
and pleasing You in all ways,
O Lord of unlimited grace.
Please forgive all my offences,
O all you servants of God,
and make me a good servant,
of Shrila Prabhupada!!!!!!!!!!
My light is hardly flickering,
and about to go out,
please let me hear Krishna's Names,
everyone please shout!!!!!!
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
Behold death is always near,
so we must hear God's Names clear,
for all offenses to disappear,
so we may love our Lord, most dear!!!!
So loving tears will fall like rain,
and ecstatic hairs all stand on end,
we must really hear Krishna's Names,
O all my lost and suffering kin.
Krishna is all we want,
not the demon's taunt,
we are simply ghostly haunted,
when all we speak is nonsense.
The only saving grace,
from all our sinful ways,
is just chanting Krishna's Names,
and that is all that is sane.
Other wise we call the snake,
of death right to our gate,
until we do awake,
and God's instructions take.
And fix our minds on Him,
the only path beyond sin,
where haunting ghost can not get in,
and our soul's glory we may win,
of simply unlimited bliss,
simply Krishna consciousness,
life's most precious gift,
that forever does up lift.
O Krishna hear my cry,
for You just make me try,
so my soul will not die,
on maya's lap to simply fry.
Make me just praise You on high,
and to Thy Servant make me fly
to just give up all my pride,
and join Thy only safe Side.
One who does good my friend,
will not be overcome by evil....Lord Krishna
Anubhavananda poetry sites:
http://community.webtv.net/bhima1600,
http://community.webtv.net/gourasundara, http://community.webtv.net/expounder1,
http://community.webtv.net/anubhavananda1
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