🐵 🐒 🐒... 🐒🐖
who am i?
who are we?
can we watch it all on t.v.?
are we doves
in this bodies heart
chanting holy names
as our iskcon part?
hk hk kk hh//// hr hr rr hh!
Blissful names.
Run 'round our brains!
our eyes have reached their t.v. healthy limit.
our mind, their daily politics limits too.
now let us go see Nila-madhava and His celestial zoo.
We started a regular Composition Book.
do you want to hear a song?
that Krsna sings at dawn
as He takes the cows out early.
He is ever fresh beauty.
color schemes that make the eyes and heart dance.
the cows and boys they almost feint,
just to see His paint.
He is so full of happy energy that He skips along as He heads out.
everyone knows that they must start a little early, because it is a goodly walk to get to where they will be pasturing today.
the sun is delighted that he can shine on them as he rises on the way.
Balarama, Subala, Sridama, all, are moving along with great determination, and also begin to play.
Flutes, clapping hands.
singing funny friendly remembered songs.
the village folk see them disappearing and almost feint.
only thing that keeps them alive is that they want to cook some more things for them and send them by messengers.
running, walking, dancing, singing,
so much practical work to do.
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ISKCON Warp World IXrough
cree ford wandered down along the path, road, to the river and looked to cross at the ford.
the river was kind of languid in the autumn like this.
the road was about the same.
it was a little turgid in the air and the beasts and foul of the forest seemed to settle in their nests and just watch their neighbors.
the forest hung over the road and not much of the sun could be seen, but the road was fully illuminated.
cree ford had seen a bear, maybe 265 lbs, and a cree or black foot warrior as he had moved along the road. they had all nodded and waved at each other, 'hari bolo!'.
there was no real reason scalping over territoriality because there wasn't any territory really worth scrapping for and what there was, was sufficient for a little private and communal ownership and grow'n grub.
most folks around here could be happy, with a smile on their face, with just some succotash and maybe a touch of molasses every now and then.
Haril Bolo!
of course he had a mission ...
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a thousand 🐒s dance insane, the sun is shining but still nice rain.
DIVYA SNANA
even a 🌈 !
did you send some poems to this Blog today 🐸?
Rtvik! Rtvik!
You must pay.
To hear three poems, one you must say.
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Some graphics also, to bray "Hurray"! [KRSNA] 🐎 🎠 🎠
can you write, can you draw?
can you sit in simple awe?
KRSNA dances on Kaliya's hoods,
scattering unplanned motherhood!
hare krsna, hare rama, , ,,., .. hare krsna, hare rama.
jaya SRI vrndavana Dhama.
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in vrndavana village, in dvaraka streets, every evening there are multitudes of beats of festivals inviting everyone to join the racuous fun.
leave this body behind.
join Nila madhava for a wonderful time, dancing for Him with others.