ISKCON—Tallahasse

Feeling surrounded by an ocean of impersonalism,
our only refuge Krsna's words through your mouth-
"My devotee shall never be vanquished!"-
We cling to your lotus feet.

Being far away in Tallahassee with letters and visitors
few and far between, feeling separation from the rest of
ISKCON, our hope sustained by your words of concern in a letter-
Let us be even more separated so we can feel your presence even more.

Waiting to hear of your arrival in New York,
our only consolation your words, "The spiritual master's
instructions should be taken as the spiritual master himself-
not his physical presence."

Thinking of your lotus feet traveling over the sacred land
of India and hearing of your conquests and plans for even Moscow-
we wonder where you are now and pray to always keep your lotus
feet in our hearts.

Seeing your picture with hands upraised in ecstatic kirtana,
we long to dance with you, and hearing your words from KRSNA
Book saying "Dance with Krsna," we long to jump and shout with ecstasy.

Hearing your songs about Govinda again and again, our daily
sustenance, our air of life, we drink this nectar, and we also
desire, like Lord Brahma, to become "the eternal maidservant of Krsna."

Feeling your presence with the arrival of Srimati Tulasi Devi,
so green and beautiful, who would not flourish but for your
presence, all auspiciousness follows.

Seeing your mercy touch the heart of a mother in Fort Myers
who cries reading Back to Godhead, thinking of you in the
New York Bowery walking in the snow with "pointed holyman's shoes,"

Seeing your mercy at work bringing us two flowerlike devotees
who had only a two-year-old Back to Godhead and after being
here 45 minutes said, "We want to join you,"

Seeing your infinite compassion touch the heart of a stranded
girl far away in a country town who wrote, "Prabhupada is my
spiritual master because it is he who has made this bliss
accessible to even the most unworthy of souls which is mine …

How miraculous is this holy privilege to serve Lord Krsna!
I ask nothing except the privilege of serving Him always in
whatever way He wishes."

Seeing your golden face illuminating our altar, our new devotees
saying, "He seems to be smiling like a proud father who is pleased
with any little service done in the temple."

Hearing your words, thinking of your lotus feet, praying for
your mercy, we become transformed from claylike dolls to
dancing devotees-please let us be your puppets, please
mold us, move us as you desire.