February 20, 2024

Dear Maharaja Hanumat Presaka Swami,

Please accept my humble obeisances, All Glories to Srila Prabhupada!

Bhaimi Ekadasi is underway, and thoughts are beginning to sway, best I find something to say. Japa is resting for a moment, after 16 rounds of fulfilment this day. 

While fasting, am packing cookies to restore meager offerings to others, though this batch was not so easily matched with pillaged dough and distraction shown.

Dry mixes all astrewn, butter was fluid, seemed to be doomed, my only hope would be the Lord’s boon, for my mind was swooned...again.

Well, kept the faith and mixed it straight, came out great, these cookies have been offered since 98’, only the Divine saved me this time.

Age is showin’ have to keep goin’,

for too eager for the everlasting past,

regardless,

changing bodies remind us we don’t last,

time to pass... going out with a biscuit blast.

On to the gift of “now”, we’re present to expand our presence,

best yet with an essential vow...

may our minds be supine like Tulsi, resting on Govinda’s brow [?], then our frivolous pride will humbly bow.

Under the sway of Ekadashi, then Lord Varaha pulls the Earth from the ocean's waves. That’s not all to say, next is dear Sri Nityananda’s day, so be it, within this week’s superb spin.

Still composing with a poetic license, though I only have a learner’s permit, unable to fully commit my trips, I will not try your patience or stir agitations with half-baked citations.

Thank you for your patience and compassion, for this fool is ingracious, an obscure bastion-pouring shards of mental debris upon innocent beings.

Concluding, self-diluting ways, arriving to surmise, I have a kaleidoscope for a mind. Thus your flexibility in our banter has forged some intelligence, I'm becoming a chanter. Am grateful for your miraculous subtle touch for I feared so much, this brain could have gone insane, and my japa would not regain.

Now in doing so, ventures are tenured where they grow... I only have to do the needful and flow, always remembering your examples in Sadhana goals which do not encumber our Guru’s Souls, but free their glories to fulfill the eternal toll of God’s Love, priceless and whole.

Enough of my tumultuous tittering will leave you with another's offering, “The Butter Thief” from a real-deal poet who knows it and shows it.

Thank you for your most valuable time!

 c.c. das

HpS/ASA - Thank you!

Thank you for the box of cookies.

They were here when Nandulal Das brought us.

In the rush he forgot his box, but we gave it to NgD and local constituency.

What about minimal sweet, biscuit?