Since God with eyes can’t see,

Why dedicated to Him I should be?

Or perhaps maybe just like me,

From merging meditation to be free.

Vedas these misconceptions clearing,

All-attractive Krishna, not one to be fearing.

Dedicated with thought, word and deed,

From the illusion of ignorance be freed.

For cure getting hand to heal,

For better in this existence to feel.

But many things that hand to stop,

Attachment to objects, never to drop.

And as sectarian way to think,

In impersonalism perhaps to sink.

Today so many objects of infatuation,

Chant holy names and remove obstruction.

Material existence with miseries three,

Each person in some way to see.

But Krishna Himself able to transcend,

Downpour and forest fire away can send.

For the devotees protection giving,

Changing nature for improved living.

Getting closer to Him with each step,

Bliss even from separation to get.

Despite impurities to see,

Any place auspicious can be.

Like when Krishna in jail cell appearing,

Before parents from Kamsa were fearing.

Not Supreme God status after to adore,

Lord’s divine nature determined before.

To Devaki the demigods prayed,

In whose womb Lord of universe stayed.

In goodness poisonous taste at the start,

Then with time gradually to depart.

Can make better time in middle to spend,

To bring more quickly nectar awaiting at end.

Follow the regulative principles four,

And associate with devotees more.

Then appreciation of Krishna to increase,

Loving sentiments in chanting to release.

Shri Krishna never angry to see,

In youthful appearance always is He.

Without vengeance to live,

Forgetfulness of Him ready to forgive.

Compelled to do anything never,

Can play His flute forever and ever.

Every opulence of Him an endless study,

Highest bliss for those with devotion steady.

Before Ravana, Kamsa and Hiranya to come,

But proper benefit for them was none.

When only sense gratification I know,

Why God His form obligated to show?

What qualification in me,

That Divine vision I should see?

Only when with material pursuits done,

And impurities in consciousness none.

With arati lamps in every home,

Greatest welcome for Rama was shown.

Though wrong for others’ property to take,

As butter-thief, Krishna most pleasing sight to make.

Lord everywhere, even from a pillar once came,

Half-man/half-lion, of Narasimha the name.

In original form in joy spending the day,

Nothing to do, with friends on His flute to play.

For into bhakti practice to go,

Just one thing needed to know.

That this material body I am not,

A spirit soul eternal engagement I have got.

With the Divine consciousness to live,

And endless service to Krishna to give.

Whether smart, renounced or tall,

The Lord any person with love can call.

Putting all options on the table,

To describe all rewards bhakti is able.

No reason for the teacher to hide,

Every route ready in disciple to confide.

Then decision made with confidence,

With knowledge to material life indifferent.

To supreme destination in afterlife to stay,

With holy names already on their way.