
ADPATED FROM A CHIRSTIAN POEM BY MAHATMA DAS
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Golokaâs door;
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the light or its decor.
But it was the devotees in Goloka
That I was amazed to see;
I knew them all on the earth
But they had so little bhakti.
There stood my sankirtan leader
The one who stole Krsnaâs money twice;
Next to him was my old TP
Who was never ever nice.
Krsna Das, who never preached,
Who seemed so insincere,
Was sitting ecstatically with Krsna,
To whom he seemed so dear.
I asked my guru, âWhatâs going on?
Of this I donât know what to make.
Howâd all these âdevotees end up here?
Did someone make a mistake?â
âAnd why is everyone so quiet,
So somber â give me a clue.â
âQuite, prabhu,â He said, âtheyâre all in shock.
No one thought theyâd be seeing you.â
JUDGE NOT!!
Remember⊠Just going to temple doesnât make you a devotee any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
And a temple is NOT a museum of saints but a hospital for fallen souls.
Every saint has a pastâŠ
Every sinner has a future!
