Thought
Who thus dances holding hand?
Eternal companion of Vrindavan
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Without love the heart’s forlorn
He who sees son has father seen,
With traits of mystic and a king
Brotherhood led and convoked,
Visions abound in trances soaked.
Teaching lessons from mere words
Will not develop souls’ forwards,
But the living aura of teacher divine
Transforms the mundane to sublime.
On the lotus, eternal sweet one
Play nearly over, time nearly done.
Model life of indelible brightness
Child Krishna still does he caress.
Prayer
O Lord of play and delight, this world is Thy playground. As long as you keep me here, let me be Thy unworthy playmate. Let me enjoy Thy enchanting smile in all faces. Let me hear Thy sweet music in every natural note. Thanks, and praise to Thee that you have brought me up in the shadows of the great.
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