By Samapriya Dasi
The Harvest
When the seeds of devotion have all been sown,
And everything planted has already grown,
When there’s not much left for which to atone,
To the ways of the world you are not much prone,
It is time for the harvest from Mother Earth’s womb,
for the fruits and flowers are now all in bloom.
There’s been a plan from the very start,
to abound in faith and strength of heart.
To place yourself as one of the sheep,
of the perfect master whose bounty you’ll reap.
Now is the time, the harvest has arrived,
gathering souls like blossoms in the field.
On the words of their guru is how they survived,
while others stood proudly, they bowed down and kneeled.
To the Lord’s own abode these bhaktas depart,
on the wings of their love and devotion.
Like the water that’s held in the footprint of a calf,
they cross the material ocean.