All About Separation

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Find something that you like,

Can’t get enough of its sight.

 

At night it will keep you awake,

In morning to see it can’t wait.

 

But as soon as it comes you should know,

Again it will move, away from you to go.

 

Family, friends, experiences quickly are gone,

Then only with the memories to dwell upon.

 

Shri Hari’s presence not like this,

Eternal friend when intensely to miss.

 

If reluctant for my word to believe,

Chant His names and for yourself see.

 

How else still could ancient stories be told,

Where dazzling brilliance listener to behold?

 

But choice is for you to make,

Whether or not His friendship to take.

 

In bhakti not ever to leave your side,

Know in your heart He’s there to reside.

Standing Tall

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After brothers instructions of guru obeyed,

Under shade of large arms the saints stayed.

 

From Dandaka forest the demons driven out,

By Dasharatha’s sons brave, strong and stout.

 

Vision as two youths so precious,

Moving innocently, walk so gracious.

 

Yet in their protection true strength seen,

Demons using illusion, but to movements Rama keen.

 

Forgetfulness this life’s greatest foe,

Ignoring God, honoring others I go.

 

Vision of beloved Rama and Lakshmana I seek,

Standing tall, brothers protectors of the meek.

The Biggest Fraud

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Known to myself only as the biggest fraud.

My knowledge to fit in thimble so small.

 

Consider that philosophy and God I know so much,

But ideas and words due only to Vaishnavas’ touch.

 

From Bhaktivedanta Swami lifting philosophy,

From Tulsidas copying semblance of poetry.

 

From others taking ideas here and there,

And then proudly with community to share.

 

One good thing that still to gain benefit,

As by the side of saints always to sit.

 

O mind, forget not the magnificence of your teachers,

Though honoring them not, still kind to this poor creature.

 

With my humble offering of works I pray,

That in my mind they forever comfortably stay.

The Final Letter

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One final letter of instruction to receive,

From guru the present world about to leave.

 

Call for preaching to west in it again stated,

To spread message of Chaitanya reiterated.

 

World’s guru taking message so seriously,

Soon to write and preach so vigorously.

 

Desire to magazine Back to Godhead gave birth,

English explanations of bhakti, a wonderful first.

 

As the message of Bhaktisiddhanta its pages told,

So even with difficulty swami many issues sold.

 

The original so many imitators to spawn,

Myself included, on Prabhupada’s wisdom drawn.

A Kindred Spirit

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Person just like yourself ever met?
Who as if your true nature to get.

Tulsidas that person to me,
Into depths of my soul to see.

But roamed this earth in time long ago,
So how my thoughts and feelings to know?

That he wrote personally to me I feel,
For my loneliness and sadness to heal.

That he didn’t write more is so unfair,
So to his words I offer utmost respect and care.

Go West

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"Why not preach bhakti-yoga in the west,

Only Chaitanya’s teachings to stand time’s test.

 

In English language already quite proficient,

So thoroughly explain Krishna, the most munificent."

 

Upon request at first a little hesitant,

In accepting worthiness of mission reluctant.

 

But Supreme Lord with much higher plan,

To reform even wretches like me through one man.

 

For that fateful meeting always I’m thankful,

Bore fruit of shastras in language delightful.

 

Let words of guru replace all rubbish in your mind,

In Divine Grace’s instruction eternal wisdom find.

Amazing Tulsidas

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So much wonderful writing he has done,

But where from did this amazing saint come?

 

If all good elements Brahma should take,

Still, ever such a being he could make?

 

Unsolved still goes on this great mystery,

Of saint who in Hindi sang Ramayana history.

 

Not surprising Hanuman by his side,

For holder of greatest devotion inside.

 

Tulsidas in full surrender to sing,

Eloquent verses together to string.

 

Of his origin only Sita and Rama know,

Til then in glorifying him on I go.

A Fateful Meeting

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At a young age bhakti in him excited,

Fateful meeting with guru again reignited.

 

Course of my history to change from that day,

Had profound effect what the guru did say.

 

From that instruction future Prabhupada was born,

To give cure for suffering world of intelligence shorn.

 

Transformation not to happen right away,

But in him Bhaktisiddhanta’s words to stay.

 

That young disciple soon to start a spiritual revolution,

His tireless preaching to remove many a mind’s confusion.

 

I worship him who Bhaktivedanta name to earn,

His favor upon me no way ever to return.

My Preferred Abode

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Newborn enters the world, where to play, what to do?

Find field where grass always green and sky always blue.

 

Many days for me around this field already revolved,

Now settling on my permanent home of consciousness evolved.

 

Where is such place, where time and space having no effect?

A field with the most beauty and charm for thoughts to direct.

 

The glories of Shri Rama now my preferred abode,

Living in works of Tulsidas, in every poem, in every ode.

 

From strength of love for Rama produced poems many,

I desire no other home, nor riches, nor delights, not any.

 

To where his poems are read, to where they are honored,

May I always live there, Rama’s glories remembered.

Kind and Sweet

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In front of His murti take your seat,
Take comfort from His smile so sweet.

No one in the world is more kind,
Knows exactly what’s in your mind.

To you the whole world He’ll give,
If in devotion to Him you live.

From enemy attack He’ll defend,
A helping hand also He’ll lend.

So your eyes to His vision send,
And on His mercy only depend.