The cosmos dances,
to the flute-tune of cowherd,
the rhythm, hypnotic.Love-enchanted, the pawns sway.
Lost cattle, He steers us all.
Hare Krishna. Hare Krishna.
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗
The Turning of Summer
On the Summer Solstice, light reaches its zenith—yet the turning has already begun. This haiku reflects on that fleeting pause between ascen...
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