I sit out this night watching a moon of crimson so deep the waters of the nearby pond are afire with its clear reflection. The stars are all alight as the moons fiery beauty has taken the place of the hot summer sun. The lilting sounds of a flute drift over the lakes and grasslands to my ears. It is then that I see the exceedingly sweet form of the flute player appear in a grassy clearing; his body, dark in color and a perfect dreamlike form. The flutes tune is intoxicating and summons Radha, the lord’s eternal consort to him from the darkness. Her skin was so fair and her movement supremely graceful. She met him in the center of the clearing, her devotion clear. Eight other girls appeared; Krishna’s gopi’s, twirled and danced around the divine couple to the flutes sweet sound. It was then I saw my lord dance, eight new Krishna’s appeared for the eight gopi’s and they danced the maharaas. My heart fained at this vision, Madhava’s forms moved in out, interweaving with the gopi’s with the divine couple enshrined at the center of the dance. The moon sat high in the sky now and it seemed that even the heavens rejoiced at the Lord’s lila as the moons light seemed fixed on the dancing figures. Radha lay on Krishna’s arm as he played for the dancers. The flutes notes felt more like tangible love than mere music. Then, as quickly as the breathtaking vision had come it began to fade. The dancing forms all disappeared into the darkness until only Radha and Krishna were sat alone in the grove. Then even those sweet forms evaporated into the darkness and back into reality I was pulled away from my lord but as I looked back at the moon, which had become a light blue, I saw my Lord Krishna smiling at me.
Oh sweet Krishna, one who is enshrined in Radha’s heart.
Oh Shyama, we are the Gopi’s that hear your flutes call.
Madhava, oh dark one, your call is intoxicating pulling us ever nearer to you.
Your skin remains the color of the spring storm cloud.
Your gaze, one of playful love, is one in which the entire universe exists.
Your face shines as the full moon on a clear dark night.
We call to you oh Keshava.
We beg for your company lord.
You are in all hearts and minds.
Even the thought of you is like a tangible love, enfolding us in your protection, giving us sustenance.
Oh, Vrindavina Krishna make this devotee as your gopi who is waiting for even the slightest glimpse of your sweet form and sees the enchanter of hearts in every flower and tree.
Oh, Narayana Krishna, destroyer of ignorance and the embodiment of love, bless your servant.
The name Krishna is as pure joy on the lips.
The name Madhava is as magic to the ears.
The name Narayana is as a crest of protection to his devotees.
Repeat the name Hari, Keshava, Krishna Murali.
Jai Sri Krishna
Jai Radhe-Shyam
Radha ramana Hari Gopala Hari
Jai Sri Hari
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Om Namoh Narayanaya
Sri Narayana, mahavishnu, you who are the protector of our world and the sustainer of our existence; your forms are many but always you show the true path of dharma and righteousness.
Om Matsyaroop namaha, protector of the first humans
Om Kurmaroop namaha, base of the holy mountain
Om Varaharoop namaha, savior of Bhumidevi
Om Vamanaroop namaha, the Brahmin boy who asked for only three steps of land and covered the universe
Om Parasuramaroop namaha, the warrior sage who created Kerala
Om Rajaramaroop namaha, beloved of Sita ma and Hanuman, maharaja of that golden city Ayodhya
Om Krishnaroop namaha, one who gave the greatest gift of the lord’s song
Om Buddharoop namaha, the essence of ahimsa
Om Kalkiroop namaha, we await your return, Oh Vishnu, to our world
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Sleep my dear one, let the gentle breezes put you to rest.
We put you to bed but you are never truly asleep.
Ever watchful, you who are always in our hearts never leave the sides of your devotees.
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Dark one, diviner of hearts, hear our songs to you
Songs filled with love and devotion.
Madhava, grant us your boon, the sight of your beautiful form.
We long to see you Lord Krishna, why do you hide from us?
You have turned us into Gopi’s from Vrindavin, lovelorn and wondering.
Always we search for you lord and yet you are in all things.
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Oh Bhagawan, whether as the sweet mother, the gentle father or as the fierce protector your beauty shines as a light against the darkness of ignorance.
All things, when put in your names proceeds without issue
The water offered to you becomes sweet healing nectar and the food becomes amrita
Oh Ananda Antaryami, omniscient and omnipresent, who is the whole of our universe and sustainer of the three worlds, I prostate to you.
I bow to your lotus feet.
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Rains come to you test Radha as she runs to her love
They flow as thunder crashes and nature’s malhar springs forth
She moves fearlessly, focused upon her lord
The rains and violent winds force her to prove her love
Her heart beats strong as she races to meet her other half for without one the other is incomplete
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Some call you Ishwar, some Allah, and some God.
You exist with different names but are one.
Whether it is a Muslim, Hindu, or Christian who cries out your names it is still you who responds.
One who does not differentiate or segregate; you are who we call divine.
Whether it is a Muslim, Hindu, or Christian who cries out your names it is still you who responds.
One who does not differentiate or segregate; you are who we call divine.
Your followers exist in different forms and pray in different ways.
Whether it be the sound of a blowing conch and ringing bells, the sound of the Muzens call to prayer or a quiet church hymnal; you take joy in all these things and all are devoted to you.
Whether poor or rich, strong or weak, old or young, you do not differentiate between your devotees.
Your judgment and compassion are boundless and the same for each of your children and yet your forms are many.
The loving mother Goddess Durga, the strong protector Hanuman, the doting and loving father of the Christians you are all these things and yet still the singular source of all.
Some call you Ishwar, some Allah, and some God.
Whether it be the sound of a blowing conch and ringing bells, the sound of the Muzens call to prayer or a quiet church hymnal; you take joy in all these things and all are devoted to you.
Whether poor or rich, strong or weak, old or young, you do not differentiate between your devotees.
Your judgment and compassion are boundless and the same for each of your children and yet your forms are many.
The loving mother Goddess Durga, the strong protector Hanuman, the doting and loving father of the Christians you are all these things and yet still the singular source of all.
Some call you Ishwar, some Allah, and some God.
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I hope you all have enjoyed these few verses composed for no reason except devotion.
Best wishes to all of you.
I hope you all have enjoyed these few verses composed for no reason except devotion.
Best wishes to all of you.
