After You steal butter, Your earrings dance and shine, as You flee Your mother in Gokula pastimes. Though you are all blissful, all knowing, ever-new. Greatest of controllers, Your mother controls You.

In executing any instruction one should try his level best, And Sri Krishna will certainly do the rest. For if not so then maya will be one's guest. Don't take chances, she is a tenebrous pest.

I forever bow down at the lotus feet of Back To Godhead Srila Prabhupada's matchless gift to the world Born of his oceanic compassion to lead us out of our dark night Into the uplifting light of Godhead

Listen my heart to the ancient Voice of our dearmost Friend Who eagerly awaits our return

Lord Jagannath, almighty God! How sweet is this your mystic form, appearing from your own abode, you lead us to our long lost home.

Hari's Name frees him from Yam's(Lord of death) fear Chanting Hari's Name is the gift for the Lord To treasure which one comes to this world Life is thus the preparation to attain death

Let the world hear Of the greatest miracle ever told Of the humble saint who walked among us With his message pure and bold

Lotus-eyed Sri Syama is black. He preserves what you have and carries what you lack. His opulence comes in six pack. Enjoyment without Him is simply wack.

Let your heart speak its ancient history of unrequited longing Let your heart whisper its heavy sighs of love lost and found

My guru bestowed his mercy upon me To hear this most confidential truth And Lord Sri Caitanya delivers the fallen Of this I am living as proof.

Please the Lord by pleasing you Without you no knowing what to do Without Guru’s shelter one can not serve the Lord And is cursed to remain materially absorbed

I think I fall SHY of the ultimate I probably AM too caught in the temporary To grasp A vision of the Truth Clear as the SUN to the sages But lost in DArk ephemerality I can only pRAy for mercy

I wrote the first draft of this one night while living in the Brooklyn temple, nearly 20 years ago. I was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, so I got up and went to the laundry room where this poem flowed like destiny onto paper.

O Krsna, we have traveled and looked everywhere, but we found You while walking through a Madison neighborhood, chanting Your Holy Name. Krsna’s timing is perfect, bringing Srila Prabhupada to the West, at the height of its materialistic culture.

Oh Krishna! Glory to you and your name, Our fame lies in chanting your name, Chanting and chanting is our aim, Without that every moment is a shame

With all this my dear friend, Our Life is Meaningless. It can only be Matchless if used for our KRISHNA who is P R I C E L E S S

Shattered, as a crystal glass dropped upon a temple's marble floor? Alas, my illusion is not so; it bounces, resilient as a ball onto a padded carpet...

All must chant this whether in a dhoti or sari. You may worship Govardha as Giriraj or Giridhari. But whenever you hear these names approach the sound vibration quick be in a hurry.

The dawn of awareness alightens with fascinating glimpses of veiled miracles lying in humble wake to whisper oracles of truth within expectant hearts longing to embrace the soothing vision of divine magic's evanescent touch...

Dear Devotees, Here's a gift for Lord Nityananda's appearance day. It can be used for Sunday schools or Gurukula's, for performance or for future reference.

Happy, happy New Year, I wish you, O my dear, Have a blissful life, Free from lust and anger. The enemies within, Which, cannot be seen, Are lust and anger, Those force us to commit sin.

The following poem to Bhagavad-gita and Lord Krishna was written by Amado Nervo, the original is in Spanish and so, you will have to excuse any grammatical inconsistency. His work was published in the French language in France as well

While showing his extraordinary prowess, Hiranyakasipu, who desired to kill his own son, heard that wonderful, tumultuous sound, which had never before been heard. Upon hearing the sound, the other leaders of the demons were afraid. None of them could find the origin of that sound in the assembly.

I'm not this body. I'm knowing blissfully. Now love for You has grown, from the seed Your name has sewn.

Dark roads that made me stumble Made my thoughts turn to You, Alas! that moment apart I fell back to my bad old ways. One wrong succeeded next fault, The sin of spiteful envy The sin of name and glory The sin of selfishness.