Thursday, May 14, 2009

Krishna

As I bow my head to the ground,

My balloon like skull deflated.

 

In my hand was a plumeria acuminata,

In the front was Your altar and all its glories;

Garlands water fruits and all elegance,

 

Eternal chanting of the Hare Krishna mantra in the background,

My head still on the ground as I stood,

For the moment.

 

Myriad windows of my mind still a moving picture

Of lust and greed.

 

Humility is still planets away,

Krishna.

 

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