"The bridge is broken
the Yamuna is rising
the birth of Shri Krishna
and to touch the feet"
the waves of breeze
of the flowing clouds
sang this song to me
there is no demon but
a moment which wants to forget
for the unsaid but understood
it has not been a fantasy or a dream
the meditation is the world as a whole
hail the glory of the divine
rejoice as the black night
in love bears up to the infinitesimal colossal
the leela, the utmost leela.
