Govardhana Giri Dasa: Hey Kali, be happy,
A number changes,
In a calendar,
Seconds tick away,
In a clock,
People drink,
Loose control.
People dance,
Loose control.
Gautam Saha: Five thousand years ago, in the holy grounds of Kurukshetra
The Pandavas were ready to take on the sons of Dhrtarashtra
The two great armies met for the final test
To see which would emerge their victorious best
Bhakta Steven L. Schwartz: You were always there to promote a cause
Assisting a novice Prabhupada in New York City
He didn't know the rules or any laws
By George's side when he wrote, "My Sweet Lord" and "Isn't It a Pity"
Bhakta Steven L. Schwartz: His name is known throughout ISKCON
He truly is one of a kind
The Guru of all Guru's
Guru Das is Bhaktivedanta's greatest find
Samapriya dasi: During a lecture in Atlanta in1975 Srila Prabhupada said of his spiritual master “One should not think that he is dead and gone. There are two things, vapo and vani. Vapo changes but vani is eternal.”
Madayanti dasi: In the morning when you wake up and yearn for the presence Divine
Gurgle of Yamuna at Kesi-ghat will surely realize your cry
Bring Him to your heart.
In her glowing and gentle waves observe the purity of sacredness
Now that you have opened your eyes to see
purity comes with the purity of water
Blue garland of Vrndavan is curving around your body
At dawn Krsna's holy name
Gautam Saha: When joyous sounds emanated from the chieftain Nandbaba’s house
The folks of Gokul knew that a child was born to Yashoda, his spouse
They flocked to the headman’s home in happy hordes
Wearing jewelry, colorful turbans and fine clothes
David Garvin: " O Lord, in whom alone we find peace
May we see your divine Self and be freed
From all impure thoughts and all fear.
O Lord, from whom we receive the mantram,
As a weapon to destroy our self-will,
Reveal yourself, protector of all."
Nimāi Paṇḍita Dāsa: "Are you he or are you she?", oh c'mon, let it be,
don't you surmise, don't you guess, 'cause I'm not what you see. (1)
Now 'n' then I change my clothes, so you can't recognize,
we could've been friends or foes, but now I'm in disguise. (2)
Once, I lived for very long in eternal knowledge 'n' bliss
Samapriya dasi: The Lord declared with a mighty roar
as He pulled the demon through door
“My devotee cannot be terrorized,
without the culprit penalized.”
Upon His sacred lap He strewn
the demon’s body in late afternoon.
And with His nails He ripped apart,
the dreadful brut of blackened heart
Gautam Saha: He was born from the womb of the monkey devotee Anjani
The son of Vayu, the god of winds, he is no other than Hanumanji
The greatest devotee of Lord Rama, in this and every other yuga
Very learned in the scriptures, head bowed in devotion to Lord Rama
Gautam Saha: The Supreme Personality of Godhead, Lord Ramachandra
Appeared on this earth in the lineage of Raghukula, in Ayodhya
As the son of King Dasharath and Queen Kaushalya
Elder to the princes Bharat, Lakshmana and Shatrughna
Priyavrata Das: What is that Name -- the One of infinite fame?
A name inexplicably -- that always remains the same.
Throughout our sojourn -- of lives untold,
For millions of births -- our soul was sold
Sacinandana Swami: Kirtan is divine ambrosial food and
the rasayana (medicine) for the hibernating soul
The spiritual sound finds its way into the
secret chambers of the soul – moves there unrestrictedly
and then flows back to the Lord:
Heart to heart communication – immediate communion
Bhakta Steven: He left Calcutta in sixty-five
Not a penny to his name
Thirty-five days on a cargo ship
His health began to wane
Vomiting, dizziness and heart attacks
Are what he had to endure
Left Boston Harbor for New York City
Krishna said, "be rest assured"
Dravida dasa: O Prabhupada, on this great day
When you appeared, just like a ray
Of Krsna's vast effulgence bright,
To give this blind world back its sight,
We thank you from the bottom of
Our heart, and pray with deepest love
That we may serve your lotus feet
In every circumstance we meet
Gautam Saha: O Krsna, what is Your heavenly pastime ?
In Vaikuntha, how do You perform activities sublime ?
When do You work, when do You enjoy leisure ?
When do You rest or enact activities of pleasure ?
Bhakta Steven: You guide me through the maze of life
From the spiritual sky on a flute with a fife
Many miles to travel upon Srila Prabhupada's path
Bhagavad Gita in hand I can chant, smile and laugh
Rewind my mind to any chapter and verse
Play the tape of the Gita no need to reverse
Gautam Saha: Five thousand years ago, on the battlefield of Kurukshetra
Krsna the All Merciful Karuna Sindhu, became the charioteer of Partha
Krsna, the friend, philosopher and guide of Arjuna, his persona grata
The Lord is therefore Parthasarthy, the charioteer of Partha
Gautam Saha: Lord Krishna is Raas Behari, the reservoir of each and every relationship
One can relate with him at any level, in love or hate, in enmity or in kinship
The Lord will play the game by the rules you yourself set
To discharge His part of the deal, He will never forget
Gautam Saha: The perfection of human life is to be a great devotee like Sudama Well versed in the authorized scriptures, and a lover of Lord Krsna Once you reach out for and take Lord Krsna ‘ s hand The Lord Himself will make sure that He never lets go of your hand
Bhaktimarga Swami: Dear Vaisnav, you are leaving us today To take part in a much greater play Fleeing from this world, a mix of sweet and sour To ascend to the realm of the Higher Power. It's hard for those who knew you well. It's not for us to say or for us to tell. We can't be greedy demanding your presence We take from you and capture the essence
Puskaraksa das: May Krishna make your year a happy one! Not by shielding you from all sorrows and pain, But by strengthening you to bear it, as it comes; Not by making your path easy, But by making you sturdy to travel any path;
Giribaradhari das: Cursed or blessed, I don't really know, Born under a strange constellation. The ways of the stars I can't understand. That's the cause of my consternation
Giribaradhari das: I throw these ashes into the air, Into the fire, the earth and the water, And I think of the times, the wonderful times, When our lives were filled with laughter
Giribaradhari das: A king I was, feeling proud. Subjects and land, So much to reign. Taking that gold, that night with stealth. Killing my mother, Thus grew my wealth. Oh my Lord, I promise, I'll never do it again.
Giribaradhari das (Smara Hari's brother): With tears in my eyes, I laugh and I cry, When I think of all you have done. This body you have lost At such a great cost, But your battle has been won.
Ananta Purusottama das: The purest love in this world is from a mother Something which cannot be done any other Since our birth they just selflessly serve We can't repay, only love we can preserve
Parasuram and Mahamantra: Twas an evening in November, As I very well remember, I was strolling down the street in drunken pride, But my knees were all aflutter, So I landed in the gutter, And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Balaramkrishnadas: The faith, fair prayer and the love of God shattered by religious rockets and bombs The wicked commandments of those who breathe merely to slaughter the sacrificial goat, earth for exchange of heavens. For pleasure in this and the next world- strangle they the cosmic forms of life with all its beauty and sighs!
Karnamrita das: Sitting in my chair in the forest chanting "japa", O Radhe, O Krishna! please capture my mind and heart, end my material existence pulling my attention and desires to you alone--no other interests, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare.
Venkat: “Are you he or are you she?”, oh c’mon let it be, Don’t you surmise, don’t you guess, ‘cause I’m not what you see. (1) Once in a while I change my clothes, so you can’t recognize, We could’ve been friends or foes but now I’m in disguise. (2) I lived for very long once in eternal knowledge ‘n’ bliss, Until decided to leave home and explore this wretched abyss. (3) I wished to be like Him or above and imitate His nature, Not realizing that His love’s far greater than His stature.
Chaitanya Charan: Is doubt a question, or is it the way to an answer? Or is it a dead end, along which one shouldn't venture? Is doubt the sign of a weakening faith? Or is it a higher understanding's opening gate? To slay doubt with knowledge's sword, I resolve, For study of scripture will all doubts dissolve.
Balaramkrishnadas.jps: Predominating will there be in the coliseum, the arena of man's fight with illusion. for millennium after millennium, the sweet reverberation of sounds: "Bhaktivedanta Swami", "Srila Prabhupada". - the intellectual Iskcon- bullet bangs?
Gokulananda das ACBSP: Who are we but mist to the sun adrift in time's shifting sands - wandering without aim in this fools' paradise our misplaced desires reaping only bitter fruits - our evanescent dreams blown to the wind our smiling gardens awash in crimson thorns...
Karnamrita das: The naked form of matter giving misery, heartbreak false promises from good advertising birth potential smiles rising up through youth education, training, titles desires to earn only for a few years...
Karnamrita das: The stark reality of Kali's age wars, bodily hatred and violence poverty, starvation, new epidemics many diseases, types of slow deaths.
Karnamrita das: Uncovering the Blue Flute Player from the "Blues" My material life’s ideals— to be happy and fulfilled by meaningful, loving relationships, useful work complementing my nature helpful to others, making a difference in the world.
Karnamrita das: Every step a prayer giving thanks I still walk, every breathe a question when my love will awaken? At every moment life and death are precariously balanced-- we struggle to survive another day before our body’s demise.
Karnamrita das: Eyes closed concentration inward, down and around the spiral staircase to the depths of my soul to find my inspiration source. It is as far as I can go through the coverings of matter, earth, water, fire, air, either-- subtle mind and intellect, then the false ego: I, me, mine.
Karnamrita das: Dear God please help me Hare Krishna Hare Krishna chanting toward the wood pile. Darkness has fallen felling like a blanket making the yard small; another world existing only as far as the lights.