Krishnas mind

Autumn Winter Spring and Summer All the ways to love each other time in paths that shift and merge time we take to pause and think Once a memory stirred the brain then Krishna stole it for my sake Now I chant to love to love to want to learn to love him more and though I lose it all the time I think he still minds me with his eyes

Another conditioned sould cannot save you from the ocean of misery

One must be willing to dive beneath the surface of the ocean in search of a willing whale but you must be able to breath only once a minute, then God willing he will pull you down to the depths of your own disease, gasping for air the aspirant cries "Guruda!" And in your failing symptoms of life you will remember that you were alive once, far before when you slept in the ocean of your mothers womb