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Krishnapriya Jun 2018
They ask me why i chant Your name?
Is it to gather myself within?
For focus, clarity and mindfulness?

Is it a prayer to God above?
To reserve a spot in His Divine abode.
A place for my soul in heavenly realms?

Is it for my desires manifold?
Health, wealth and family
oh yes! And a little comfort too?

If truth be told,
        My Beloved Divine
I don't know why
         i chant this name of Thine
I chant it once
         And then again
And then again
        And again and again
                     It is so sweet.
Krishnapriya Jun 2018
Sweet is Your creation
Sweeter still art Thou

Grace is every breath
Blessed still
Is the breath
Intertwined with Your name
Holds in that moment

Residing in Your name
You expand to fill my being

Every cell dances
And love pours out
To all creation

Filling this vastness
with light
Blue as Your Feet
Just a feeling when chanting the holy names of God.
MOTV Aug 2016
#Chanting, chattering. #Chanting, chattering. #Chanting, chattering. #Chanting, chattering.
sweet ridicule Feb 2016
the ***** of your chin is
nothing will numb you more
than the epitome of nothingness
soft collared shirts and grey-scale jeans
I feel music in you
like water
abounding with reluctance
here I stand
gently begging you to
be deafening.

chanting silently
we are here we were here

with pale long dancing fingers I am
certain that the end is not near
nor will it ever be
for you
this is not what ur thinking
Egeria Litha Sep 2015
I need to believe in release
like California needs the rain

Nourishing water give me growth
like desert plants wander the heat
Curled up on the ground
patiently waiting for a tear drop
from the sky
the shape of a tear resembles an acoustic
someone somewhere chanting,
praying for rain

Nature remind, reflects, reveals
we can live through dry environments
by hiding in our turtle shells
patiently waiting for the right conditions
to unleash the colors, magnificent design,
length and contribution that blooms inside
to thrive in the world.
This poem is about being surrounded by the wrong people and environments and knowing that there is always a way out. Waiting for the right environment to come alive again.
Prana Moonshine May 2015
Exuberant he is!
That’s a Yogi with character!

Smiling, treat wallah.
Pyramid quartz.
Dangling sparkles.
Sunlight reflects
His teeth softly open to the world.
Taste buds willing
Simple yet refined
Yogi Yum Yums
Spreading the thunderous joy
Of pure delight!
He gives permission to say “GOD”
He sits.
When no one is around
In the hall where Shiva dances to his music.
Pulsing the instrument
Harmonium glimmering with song.
Goggles on, ready and shimmering
He booms a great confidence,
The resounding sound:

Daylight 4U2C May 2014
"Grow up tall,
little kid,"
said grandpa Joe.
And so I did.

The watermelon grow tall too.
The sunflowers look to the sky,
keeping their chins up,
raised real high.

So maybe it's silly,
watching grass grow,
but if you never try,
how could you ever know?

So maybe it's crazy,
chanting for the rain,
but if it never comes,
how could I grow the grain?

I'd prefer to stare at clouds,
than sleep forever like a rock,
skidding by life.
Why, that would just ****!

So, if you ask me to leave this here place,
you better shove it,
before you wake up
in an unknown space,
******* with lace,
with a disfigured face,
completely full of mace,
and a strange case
of something poisonous.

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