I hold my crystal Mala close

Fingers glowing in the moonlit shadows

of this Mammoth ship

The name I adore the most

caresses my lips

Om Sai Ram

White capped sailor blue waves

salute his name too

Om Sai Ram

Swami and I cruise the

high heavenly seas

Windswept hair

Fluttering orange robe

Purifying scent, salt crystals

ocean perfume clings to

my billowing breath

everything appears a peculiar

shade of mystic peacock blue

I fill my lungs, rising rhythmic gills

With the holy sound of Om

Krishna's sapphire conch trumpets

In the foghorn distance

Awaken the sleeping jivis forever

Jai Krishna Janmashtami