A poem I wrote to honor the guru (Prabhupada):
Bless that a new power be bestowed upon me
To be humbled as if standing next to the big sea.
It’s what I’ve never known, never seen
For behind the ears, I’m embarrassingly green.
I am small, I am petite
Searching constantly for what’s labelled as sweet.
Conceit is the weakness that brings this about
Causing an entrance, an exit — I’m in, I’m out.
I find a straw-in-teeth so hard to swallow.
Pride ‘n snobbery is what I’m up t