When my mind wanders
down lanes devoid
of love
and rabid thoughts pounce
threatening
to devour my heart
I sing Your sweet,
nectarine Name
Hari
Your name is the
lifebuoy
we can cling
to
in
the
raging
whirlpool
downward
pull
of
samsara
I heard that chant, "Hare, Hare Krishna, Krishna, Hare Hare…" many times over when I visited a Hare Krishna enclave in Pennsylvania. We ate vegetarian food offered by our hosts. There was hepatitis there too, a week later visitors like us came and two died.
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