Little Antelope Summit, Nevada
I am sharing with you all, my offering of gratitude for this year to our guru, Srila Prabhupada.
Another year has passed,
A time that leapt so fast,
When services were covered,
When masters were smothered
With love and affection
For delivery of direction.
This thread of guidance
Holds and binds us
To the feet of the Lord,
Something no one can afford
For it is priceless
Being the ultimate kindness
For lifting the soul
From a deep dark hole.
Leaving the dham behind,
A new comfort to find
It was in 1965
The ocean you did survive.
On ship, with beads n’ books.
There were stares and looks
When you landed on the shore
And made that big score
In the city of fashion
Of darkness and passion.
There was snow and cold,
But you were so bold.
There was noise and heat.
You said “no” to defeat.
The place was confused,
People being used.
You offered them freedom,
A new kind of kingdom,
Where Prime Entity rules—
Not taught in the schools.
You went from there
To destinations everywhere
Touching a morbid heart,
Giving a boost and a start
To anyone and everyone.
Some stay, some run.
Then going beyond borders
You intro’d the four orders.
You pulled in the shakers,
You drew in the makers,
And those on merchandise,
Plus those simple wise.
You tell of two Lords,
Who sing out their chords,
Who dance with such grace
Bringing awe to one’s face.
Draped in fine folds,
In blues and in golds.
They extend their arms—
A part of their charms.
Unknown by and large
The Lords make their charge
Dispatching the name
Telling us the game
To conquer the hate,
Which makes them so great.
There’s you and the two,
On the chain of but few.
You shine in an age
When rare there’s a sage.
In a world that’s so bleak,
You stand out unique.
Keep me in the crowd
Though my faults are so loud.
I beg for the chance
To make it in your dance.
“Make me dance, make me dance
Oh my Lord, make me dance.”
Giving out so much,
It’s the hearts that you touch.
May the Source be with you!
21 mi
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