Krsna: "happiness and sadness tumble and pass over me like waves,
but beneath them I am the same lake of still joy and blue laughter:
that same Visnu who raises a smile and courts the soft godesses of infinity.
Ah I am!
and surrounded by an ocean of milk, supported by Sesa Naga,
I sport my laughing infinities into the beautitudes
saints crowd around me from all angles- eagerly waiting on the breath-dream of my tachyon repose
violet light
and the cool dawn;
raise a sunset over our hooded heads;
and Shesh Naga
The Dreamer; The Artisan, The Diletante;
roams the wide Kshatriya woods for the deer of Sita's heart, where all else crowds to nothing
I am the crown glory of a beautiful woodland
and though the wine of the breast grows cold- in waves I become old
still at that white ocean I dream and breathe
tasting the milk with my hands
violet light
and laughter
and the Buddha's Bright Lights!
Chela: " Please give us the new dawn o lord"
Krsna: "Let it be, small ones"
