A Day of Days
the wind blew all around me,
astounding me,
telling me things I never knew
as the wooded hills gave witness,
to a forgotten grave,
where grass stood waving listless
the birds poured out an unheard symphony,
a thrilling lost score,
every third word chiming harmony
then a light showery mist came and went,
proclaiming time well spent,
my sight full of flowery kisses wet
as the runoff from a nearby stream,
eroding a muddy seam,
so as to wash soft daydreams
Doug Jones 5/26/2014
the wind blew all around me,
astounding me,
telling me things I never knew
as the wooded hills gave witness,
to a forgotten grave,
where grass stood waving listless
the birds poured out an unheard symphony,
a thrilling lost score,
every third word chiming harmony
then a light showery mist came and went,
proclaiming time well spent,
my sight full of flowery kisses wet
as the runoff from a nearby stream,
eroding a muddy seam,
so as to wash soft daydreams
Doug Jones 5/26/2014
Srila Prabhupada once said:
Therefore, in the Srimad-Bhagavatam it is said that this is the incarnation of God in this age. And who worships Him? The process is very simple. Just keep a picture of Lord Chaitanya with His associates.
Therefore, in the Srimad-Bhagavatam it is said that this is the incarnation of God in this age. And who worships Him? The process is very simple. Just keep a picture of Lord Chaitanya with His associates.