Back to home

Why don't we turn towards the almighty God and Chant His holy names? And thus, simply chant: Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare, Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare.

Look around!

What do you see?

They have forgotten the divine sound

That which penetrates even sea.

As if in a tree,

Completely upwards down:

We think we are free,

Being so low, we are simply clowns

Of nature.

Crawling on the ground

We are hungry for that love:

Which is our heart's only crown,

That which is all above.

As if in a mud,

We are simply eating dirt

Of love so ephemeral!

And we say,

Love in this world is so rough.

Just gaze inside:

Once in a while.

We'll find the treasure sitting beside;

Within our hearts.

We don't have to travel a mile.

To find it:

We don't have to be rich,

Educated and outstanding!

We don't have to twitch

Our body around:

To attain that divine love,

So pleasing and fulfilling.

We just have to look in our hearts,

And face towards that transcendental one:

Who is our only start,

Who can give us all the fun.

He, who is called

The great almighty God,

Is waiting eagerly from our hearts.

He is willing to reciprocate

Even if we are odd.

Lifetimes after lifetimes,

He comes again and again:

Just to call us back,

Back to home again.

And thus He came as His holy name,

In this age so fallen!

We can chant and participate in His game,

Where He has sworn

To love us unlimitedly.