By Madan Mohan dasa
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.
Nothing like this had happened to me before. It was exciting. It bolstered my imagination of what inspired writing, such as that of Srila Prabhupada, might be like. I could feel how it came through me more than from me.
I’m not pretending that this is anything more than a simple poem, but the role it played in my personal understanding of certain spiritual phenomena was monumental.
Transcendental incantation
surpassing imagination
syllables for meditation
rythmic cleansing tune
Consciousness in transformation
penetrating sound vibration
mind switched to another station
heart like moon in June
Internal jubilation
audible illumination
depression meets its devastation
like darkness at high noon
Illusion’s web in ruination
soul and body separation
with great concentration
chanting in my room