My head dunks underneath the water Sound is absent... I hold my breath as long as I can The sun creates a beautiful seen on the waves...
My mind begins to wander I try to search for my source of happiness Is it there in my daughter's face? Is it there in the laughter of my wife? I witness my brothers and sisters struggling everyday
They struggle for their position and money They struggle for a social life... They struggle for sex
Spiritual life is also a struggle... The illusory potency is so strong and cruel She presents the best offers possible only to blow you over like a twig in a hurricane I have to admit that I flirt with her daily Somehow by the devotees' insurmountable mercy I am still struggling
Let's go to the desert The desert is actually in our hearts Jesus went to the desert for forty nights and forty days His heart was flooded by the pure waters of God's love Flirting with maya is like putting a drop on the desert like soil of our hearts We torture ourselves with a drop When the ocean is there at any moment
Lust, anger and greed trample me when I should show restraint I pray and curse my fickle mind O Lord, what will You do with such a foolish person?
I struggle to chant Your holy names My brother struggles for temporary sense gratification So many people in anxiety and living with fear I curse myself because I allow them to live this way Why don't I struggle to help them? Instead I criticize them to show how I'm better than them
Where is my humility? Where is my compassion? O Radha, You are the keeper of Krishna's heart You give energy to the devotees You are most merciful When shall this fallen soul gain the most precious opportunity of serving the devotees of Your devotees?
"You quench my thirsting soul and you fill my appetite I give myself to you because you treat me right Put my trust in the world and the world gets tight Shift my trust to you it's like a crystal clear night Expand in all directions get the sections to unite Hashem's rays fire blaze light my way light of my life And these days well wait no longer night I´m reaching for my God like skyscrapers in the night I said I know it's hard inside is empty galus (exile) cuts like a knife Internalize torah vibes bound to feel alright
Chorus: Whirlwind of praise from below to above Take flight in the sky got wings like a dove, We Soaring to shamayim (heaven) where the angels call in love And the glory of Hashem fits like a glove
Hashem rules the world and Israel is his wife Love you yes my God with all my heart my soul and my might When I feel you by my side yes I'm flying like a kite When I feel you by my side yes I'm soaring like a kite
You open up my eyes and give me sight Super energized and everyday I feel you give me life I seen the ways of the world intoxifying on pride Young man don't you know drugs impurify your mind When Israel left mitzrayim four fifths got left behind If you got no water how you gonna survive Roots lead you to the well springs so you could stay alive Pharaoh claimed to be a God and claimed to make the Nile A crocodile could smile and show his teeth You could see beauty shining externally but that's the story of Greece Inside America bleeds, Israel won't you get up from your knees Its just lies in disguise Torah's truth won't you please alive Given to the humble one on Mt. Sinai
Chorus
Shma Y'sroel, Hashem Elokainu, Hashem Echad (Hear Israel, the lord is our God, the lord is one)
The world could just crumble to dust it's just us it's not two it's just one The middle road called truth, Torah you sooth my brain bruise Open up peruse with knowledge of God And move up an arousal from below till the secrets start to ooze Don't snooze it's pure light the most high wants us alive What's the proof? We got life! Chabad philosophy that's the deepest well-spring Gaining knowledge of God while your gaining money Fill up yourself with the light of his majesty In a world of separation that's the only way to be It's time we leave we won't flee just walk out easily
If you got no water how you gonna survive
Chorus"
Excerpt from The Masnavi Book 4 by Rumi: "He loved music because he heard in it a mysterious conversation. Voices singing, the low menace of the drum, clear flute and trumpet. Philosophers have said that we love music because it resembles the sphere sounds of union. We've been part of a harmony before, so these moments of treble and bass keep our remembering fresh. But how does this happen within these dense bodies full of forgetfulness and doubt and grieving? It's like water passing through us. It becomes acidic and bitter, but still still as urine it retains watery qualities. It will put out a fire! So there is this music flowing through our bodies that can dowse restlessness. Hearing the sound, we gather strength. Love kindles with melody. Music feeds a lover composure, and provides form for the imagination. Music breathes on personal fire and makes it keener."
Psalm 133: "Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious oil upon the head, running down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, running down on the edge of his garments. It is like the dew of Hermon, descending upon the mountains of Zion; for there the Lord commanded the blessing- life forever more."
Third Eye by Tool: "Dreaming of that face again. It's bright and blue and shimmering. Grinning wide and comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. On my back and tumbling down that hole and back again rising upand wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. In Out In Out In Out A child's rhyme stuck in my head. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along. "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running?" Shrouding all the ground around me. Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory and blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow to pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble to see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, but the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons singing one familiar song... "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?" Prying open my third eye. So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing the tail of dogma. I opened my eye and there we were. So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. Prying open my third eye."
Here I sit pouring over transcendental literatures My mind struggles to retain, as my intelligence struggles to apply O Lord Krishna this world is full of struggling By Your mercy I somehow strive I am thankful to be alive... I am grateful to be allowed the opportunity to know Your most intimate pastimes Most grateful to be allowed to chant Your holy names All of this is a gift from my Gurudeva whose humility and devotion is as deep as the ocean I pray to you Srila Prabhupada! You have relieved me from the burden of impersonalism What will I do with these rare jewels? Will I keep them on a shelf some place? Sitting and staring at the ocean The breeze surrounds me and lifts my spirits Chanting as I watch the waves crash I sincerely pray to pray sincerely... Bal Gopal das writes this as he meditates on the lotus feet of His Holiness Radhanath Swami
