D I A R Y
of a
Traveling Creature
3rd of May, Tuesday Day

Capitol and careful care,
   And you'll see some profit there.
To grow all wise at Guru's feet,
   While he sits, and watches from his seat.

Day's end has come, strife's still as snow,
  That down upon the ground does go.
But hoary, hairy, funny plot,
   It is not even cold and piles a lot!

This is the Astasaki's joke,
   That Radha-Krsna's play's not broke,
But bubbles on in piles of snow,
   That's warm and thick enough to hoe.

Such a fuss we find all day. People run their cars away. Yet, little profit at such a loss:
Get up early and get your round's done.
Build a foundation then it's fun, build a bridge, build a shop, where Yasoda devi will make a stop  -- things that are everlastingly, increasing, in beauty, grandeur and harmony.

So now, brown cow,
Sleep deep, with grey sheep,
So that tommorrow upon Maya's fortress,
We may creep!

Hari!!!   Hari!   !!