Poetry
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Dot on a Line
We live our life in our home on a tiny dot
The dot's on a line, the line's on a spot
The spot is one of many not quite the same
And they come and go with each and every passing day
And I know it isn't cheerful to see
Everyone is fearful to be
Taken from their tiny dot and placed upon another one
They are overseen by a man with four heads instead of one
And intelligence beyond the reach of almost anyone
He doesn't really mind it's a job that he has to do
To make a happy little home just suitable for me and you
And I know it isn't easy to see
With eyes that cannot know eternity
As we wonder what spot our dot will line up on in years to come
The dot's on a line, the line's on a spot
The spot is one of many not quite the same
And they come and go with each and every passing day
And I know it isn't cheerful to see
Everyone is fearful to be
Taken from their tiny dot and placed upon another one
They are overseen by a man with four heads instead of one
And intelligence beyond the reach of almost anyone
He doesn't really mind it's a job that he has to do
To make a happy little home just suitable for me and you
And I know it isn't easy to see
With eyes that cannot know eternity
As we wonder what spot our dot will line up on in years to come
Sense Desire
I could compromise with my eyes
and watch the TV set
And realize that to despise
Is something I regret
But attachment comes back at me
I thought I could renounce
By trying again, the frying pan
My shortcomings pronounce
I could listen clear with my ear
and take in what's around
And without fear, though insincere
would come back to the ground
But vibrations reach much deeper
And change my own good sense
First they steal my heart
Then my intelligence
To avoid the senses calling
I must try hard to refrain
No amount of pondering
Can help me become sane
Thought I could just dabble
But I splashed out once again
The only way in this day
is to chant the Holy Name
I could repose with my nose
the objects it demands
But I suppose that just shows
I need a helping hand
Cause out of time a band in line
cant march straight anymore
And one sense without a master
will mislead the other four
I could lunge in with my tongue
and taste the bogus treats
A human sponge just for fun
will try anything to eat
But tasty leads to lusty
Control becomes complex
My sharp edge becomes rusty
with desire for illicit sex
I could win with my skin
in a pampered paradise
For it's no sin to want to grin
A smile's worth any price
But what begins as innocent
becomes a mad embrace
Forgetting I'm a member
of the human race
and watch the TV set
And realize that to despise
Is something I regret
But attachment comes back at me
I thought I could renounce
By trying again, the frying pan
My shortcomings pronounce
I could listen clear with my ear
and take in what's around
And without fear, though insincere
would come back to the ground
But vibrations reach much deeper
And change my own good sense
First they steal my heart
Then my intelligence
To avoid the senses calling
I must try hard to refrain
No amount of pondering
Can help me become sane
Thought I could just dabble
But I splashed out once again
The only way in this day
is to chant the Holy Name
I could repose with my nose
the objects it demands
But I suppose that just shows
I need a helping hand
Cause out of time a band in line
cant march straight anymore
And one sense without a master
will mislead the other four
I could lunge in with my tongue
and taste the bogus treats
A human sponge just for fun
will try anything to eat
But tasty leads to lusty
Control becomes complex
My sharp edge becomes rusty
with desire for illicit sex
I could win with my skin
in a pampered paradise
For it's no sin to want to grin
A smile's worth any price
But what begins as innocent
becomes a mad embrace
Forgetting I'm a member
of the human race
Jai Srila Prabhupada
All glories Srila Prabhupada
Descended from above
With unlimited compassion
Healing insanity with your love
Shining through the darkest night
Transforming dark to light
As a leader to us ignorant
Who knew not wrong from right
Jai Srila Prabhupada
Lion among the rest
As strong as a great mountain
You withstand every test
Immovable to Maya
Standing steadfast in her way
Try she may but she was beat
And knew she couldn't stay
All glories Srila Prabhupada
Your faith beyond compare
Fulfilling Lord Chaitanya's wish
When no one else would dare
Alone and unfamiliar
You went to a distant place
Undaunted by surroundings
That could change by Krishna's grace
Jai Srila Prabhupada
Who could know but You
The time was nigh the kids were high
To change a world askew
With uncompromised surrender
And love to clearly see
That You were no pretender
But the saint to set us free
Thank You Srila Prabhupada
For being a kindly master
With tolerance and patience
On this devotional disaster
In the past I went without
It seemed just like a world gone dry
But You came and broke the drought
An ocean from the spiritual sky
Descended from above
With unlimited compassion
Healing insanity with your love
Shining through the darkest night
Transforming dark to light
As a leader to us ignorant
Who knew not wrong from right
Jai Srila Prabhupada
Lion among the rest
As strong as a great mountain
You withstand every test
Immovable to Maya
Standing steadfast in her way
Try she may but she was beat
And knew she couldn't stay
All glories Srila Prabhupada
Your faith beyond compare
Fulfilling Lord Chaitanya's wish
When no one else would dare
Alone and unfamiliar
You went to a distant place
Undaunted by surroundings
That could change by Krishna's grace
Jai Srila Prabhupada
Who could know but You
The time was nigh the kids were high
To change a world askew
With uncompromised surrender
And love to clearly see
That You were no pretender
But the saint to set us free
Thank You Srila Prabhupada
For being a kindly master
With tolerance and patience
On this devotional disaster
In the past I went without
It seemed just like a world gone dry
But You came and broke the drought
An ocean from the spiritual sky
Now I'm just a Painting Salesman
I pulled on my socks and slipped on my sandals
My deviant mind thinks about the latest scandal
Then my submissive wife calls Hari Bol Prabhu
Do you know there is a method to remove your tattoo
I said you're in Maya my bright faced space case
Get into the fire and don't be unchaste
A tattoo I don't have on God's name I will chant
As sure as I stand here in my Bhakta Pant
The next day I was fired up out on the pick
With a nice new devotee named Bhakta Armpit
I had my Hongers, a whole roll of dogs
And Armpit was blaspheming camels and hogs
Vanch Kalpa he says and calls me Prabhu
He says "i'm getting the mercy just being with you
But I'm a burnt out facade, all buzzed up, that's me
A Middle man, who just wants to be the TP
The temple was jumpin with a womper stomper kirtan
They were cooking it up for the end of the marathon
The quotas were smashed by a staunch maharathi
While some of us dried up asleep, under a tree
The Ekadasi feast was a wipeout again
Then the pujari mentioned, by mistake, we had all eaten grain
Still we knew it was time to make tracks just then
The temple commander needed pot bashing men
"great Soul" he called out to the surrendered green bhakta
You're not too puffed up to taste all the nectar
Commander rubbed bhakta's shoulder and patted his back
Then announced it was time for hitting the sack
He jumped into his landrover, off home to his wife
She's a new woman now that she's found Herbalife
She was a blown away sankirtan casualty number
But now she's a bona-fide wife and a mother
Though critics will preach that she's just hit the skids
She says its preaching also to bring up your kids
And one day in proud pita and matajis eye
They will see their child as gurukula alumini
So the day was all done and we said Hari bols
We packed up our t-shirts and put down our rolls
But the temple president's door was still open
And I peeked on in to see his blissful devotion
No Maya for him and no time to rest
He could not even make the gulab contest
Istaghosti tommorow and schedules for cooks
So late at night he devotedly fiddles the books
The family of devotees all asleep in their beds
Another day gone, did you follow the regs?
My deviant mind thinks about the latest scandal
Then my submissive wife calls Hari Bol Prabhu
Do you know there is a method to remove your tattoo
I said you're in Maya my bright faced space case
Get into the fire and don't be unchaste
A tattoo I don't have on God's name I will chant
As sure as I stand here in my Bhakta Pant
The next day I was fired up out on the pick
With a nice new devotee named Bhakta Armpit
I had my Hongers, a whole roll of dogs
And Armpit was blaspheming camels and hogs
Vanch Kalpa he says and calls me Prabhu
He says "i'm getting the mercy just being with you
But I'm a burnt out facade, all buzzed up, that's me
A Middle man, who just wants to be the TP
The temple was jumpin with a womper stomper kirtan
They were cooking it up for the end of the marathon
The quotas were smashed by a staunch maharathi
While some of us dried up asleep, under a tree
The Ekadasi feast was a wipeout again
Then the pujari mentioned, by mistake, we had all eaten grain
Still we knew it was time to make tracks just then
The temple commander needed pot bashing men
"great Soul" he called out to the surrendered green bhakta
You're not too puffed up to taste all the nectar
Commander rubbed bhakta's shoulder and patted his back
Then announced it was time for hitting the sack
He jumped into his landrover, off home to his wife
She's a new woman now that she's found Herbalife
She was a blown away sankirtan casualty number
But now she's a bona-fide wife and a mother
Though critics will preach that she's just hit the skids
She says its preaching also to bring up your kids
And one day in proud pita and matajis eye
They will see their child as gurukula alumini
So the day was all done and we said Hari bols
We packed up our t-shirts and put down our rolls
But the temple president's door was still open
And I peeked on in to see his blissful devotion
No Maya for him and no time to rest
He could not even make the gulab contest
Istaghosti tommorow and schedules for cooks
So late at night he devotedly fiddles the books
The family of devotees all asleep in their beds
Another day gone, did you follow the regs?
A Prayer to Lord Balarama
Lord Balarama it's clear to me
That You can be no other
Than the first expansion
Of Your younger brother
The color is the only thing
That seperates the two
Your color is white like milk
And Krishna's monsoon blue
If on this path I stray away
I pray You may deliver
If You must use force to change my course
As You did with the Yamuna River
That You can be no other
Than the first expansion
Of Your younger brother
The color is the only thing
That seperates the two
Your color is white like milk
And Krishna's monsoon blue
If on this path I stray away
I pray You may deliver
If You must use force to change my course
As You did with the Yamuna River
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