The Birds of Vraj
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "The Birds of Vraj" So many birds are flying round, some folks take their sound as a row, The parrots, the cakoras, magpies and even the often dismissed crow. The sweetness
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "The Birds of Vraj" So many birds are flying round, some folks take their sound as a row, The parrots, the cakoras, magpies and even the often dismissed crow. The sweetness
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "The Kartik Parikrama Has Ended" The kartik parikrama has endedWith stories and travels galoreSo many adventures you’ve collectedAnd deep in your heart they’ll be storedThe time is now upon usto return to the place
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "Woodstock-astakam" Oh Lord of the Sankirtana Yajna, how can I be preparing for my departure from this truly sacred place? Oh Lord Gaura Hari, how will I survive in the separation
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "WATER" It is our very source of life for it contains all that we need It’s presence is the source of growth and fruition of the seed Materially, it can be
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "Vrindavana Morning" Good morning oh friend of Vrindavana Its time to lift that sleepy head And open that door and come outside Another wonderful day lies ahead A day that is
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "Varshana Dhama" The sun arises over Vilasgar bringing light to all Illuminating all around to rise to mornings call With clarity one can now see the temples and palaces gold Yet
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "Vaisnavas" Always eager to glorify Thee Your Holy Name always on their tongue This keeps their bhakti krpa stable and strong No darkness or doubt obscures their sight As Your transcendental
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "Parrots" Green parrots fill the wind and air The sounds of joy flow everywhere Brightly colored darting through the sky Their quick erratic movements catching the eye They are messengers for
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "Kirtan Lila" The sound of music is everywhere, it fills the world complete It makes us snap and sway and groove with sounds that are so neat Most of these sounds
A poem by Chaturatma Dasa entitled: "GAZEBO" It had always been cold, dead, stone. No doubt, intricately carved beautiful displays of artistry, but stone nonetheless. Then the green came. At first mere extensions above the dirt. A