poem 2: An offering to the lotus feet of Guru and Gauranga.

Hare Krishna:

Reading the Book of the world by the sea,
dreaming of Krishna and how to be free,
adrift on life's waves,
to fate we are slaves,
but given the chance,
of one loving glance,
from Krishna's Divine Eyes,
this is the prize,
and the curve of a red lip,
from destiny's knots do we slip.

This Truth of Love does brad declare,
those left outside perceive our radiance and stare,
with Tilak on our brows,
with Maya we'll row,
till death do us part,
binding Damodara by the heart.

Freedom is Forgiveness,
by one Mantra we'll live this

HARE KRSNA HARE KRSNA KRSNA KRSNA HARE HARE
HARE RAMA HARE RAMA RAMA RAMA HARE HARE!: