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Hare Krishna Vaisnavas!

Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada!

I write poems and monthly put them in a chapbook for the pleasure of Guru and Gouranga,
the devotees, and anyone who doesn't know about Krishna, but likes poetry. 

A devotee suggested I share with you, and so, for your consideration, here it is =)

our life, in time


later, a stranger
will wear your shirt,
buttoned all the way,

while another leafs
through your favorite book
without liking it.

finally, someone will spend
your lucky penny
in a foreign city.

the sun
pines to see itself
in the moon,

the ocean, to endure
past where its edges break,
and time, to be forgotten — so lon

as we throw
our fickle spirits onto the sand
that can’t retain us. 

we’ll meet in different bodies soon,
believe in those new names
as we believe in these now,

and still struggle
to see each other glow
in this storm of light.

the clouds will heap
themselves at the sky and hew
against each afternoon until then,

flowers and the divine
will flash unfettered before ready
and unready eyes alike.

fortune hides
in unfinished chores,
i am hopeful

we may crown
ourselves with their performance,
like petals act on the blossom

of a bloom in summer,
summer, the season,
words, a poem, 

and our glimpse,
in a flare of spontaneous love,
its final Revelation.