Clues in the World Pointing Behind The Veil
Our adult children and friends stayed over
visiting their past homes, land and memories
born as devotees still finding their way
we support them, being real and accommodating.
A cold rainy weekend dampened their plans
resourceful, they spent time together as they could
then we heard Sunday’s forecast so they left early
our son and fiancée as the first flakes fell.
This morning was a white winter wonderland
perfect fluffy, powdered snow coated the trees
making them shine in the morning sun
taking my breathe away, my lips, “Wow!”
Within the shortcomings and miseries of matter
the hint of the Creator and Loving Source
who can be traced out indirectly through his
Universal Form—the first step in God realization.
In beauty, power, and glory of nature
we see only a spark of Krishna’s greatness—
still, those forgetful of that standard of sublimity
can be awestruck thinking what must be the Origin.
Seeing Krishna is the perfection of the eyes
the soul is never satiated drinking that beauty
eyelids blinking seem like a calamity hiding him
as each second is ever fresh, like our first, best love.
Every moment can remind us of Krishna
amidst everyday life and the natural environment
making the best use of the soul’s embarrassment
have a restricting, limiting, forgetful body, mind, ego.