Ramsden Park, Toronto
Radha
In a few days we celebrate the birth of the goddess, Radha. I dedicate this poem to Her.
Radha
The embodiment of beauty
The spirit of purity
Her complexion resembles gold
While her senses are controlled
She’s calm, composed, collected
To all souls she remains connected
She is the epicentre of radiance
As a flower’s essence is fragrance
She is a master in the cuisine
After her craft she keeps all clean
She is a teacher of surrender
Holding no place for a pretender
For those who are morose
To Her you can’t come close
She is the epitome of the feminine
Spontaneous in love, beyond regimen
Loyal to the Prime One
Through Him devotion had begun
She is indeed the Goddess, the Queen
The only way to get to the King
Her name is Radha.
-Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
May the Source be with you!
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