Gentle Power

Gentle Power

A disciple wrote of me, “Eyes of a frightened deer,” to which I add teeth from a dentist’s lab, heart of a milking stone underneath the spleen, atma beknownst to him is pure spirit soul and arrives in Vrndavana fog this last day of ’95. Srlla Prabhupada, deliver me all year. You rule me and all of us. I pay my obeisances in cold dirt to you and Vrndavana and your followers blessed…