The Highest Sense

Take heart, here’s new singing
to the evergreen Cupid.
He is Syamasundara and
shining like a fresh rain cloud.

“Every second of human life is meant for making an ultimate solution of the problems of life, i.e., repetition of birth and death and revolving in the cycle of 84 lakhs of different species of life.”  – Swami A.C. Bhaktivedanta

We have only minute independence
but it overwhelms us.
The energy of our body we run
like a crazy machine
to hear it roar only –
the fingertips, the ears,
the monkey we are – what
nonsense without spirit soul!

Like a dog we run
2 miles one way and
return 2 miles the other way,
stopping at hotels and
motels, slamming and opening
the car door and eating
any junk food put on the counter
and talking about the newspapers and
the radio – what
rubbish without cultivation of the soul!

We are driving the
machine but we’re so obsessed
we think “I am the machine,”
and we waste our power and
only a few times a day
we have to think “What is God?”
But we dismiss it, “Who cares?
Throw Him away!  We are God!”
And the highest pleasure is to
park our machine in some
garage with another machine
and run our engines
together and we
call that Love.

The aim of life is spirit.
Even the hogland fools
should know it.  This
is the highest pleasure:
the soul as the only Sense.
Drive those cars into towns
in the morning and at night
and use the hotels –
for kirtan parties to stay overnight
and chant Hare Krishna and give our great
prasadam feasts of sweet rice, halava and puris

offered to Lord Sri Krishna’s senses
and use the main ballroom
and the hall and the theater
and the public park and the downtown road
for mass dancing
to the sound of voice
and cymbals
and drums of kirtan
and let the neons light up:
GLORIES TO GOVINDA!
and speed the cars and planes
to cities like Dvaraka

built just to please Him
and turn the Love for cats and dogs and machines
into Krishna Who reciprocates with His devotees
as Friend and Master and Lover –
He will hear the rejoicing of
victory over matter
and will release us from this
nasty world, which
even if transformed, will have to perish
when only Krishna will be standing
in a nicely curved position,
dark blue like a rain cloud,
and playing His flute.