The nature of the soul
Is to dance until full
As the strings of attraction pull
Divine affection unfolds
The drummer you step to
Depends on the modes you swing to
The channel you ride to
Depends on the nature you aspire to
The sauce, pep and spice of passion
Is a scintillating attraction
The dance may last all night
But the morning isn't too bright
Reveling in the blues
Is a dismal mood
It brings tears and fears
It is trouble year by year
As the dawn of day awakens
Birds chirping with cool vibrations
Meditation and ginger tea
Dancing gracefully in key
The dance of goodness seems sweet
But what happens at the end of the beat?
Will the drummer play forever…
Or will the music be severed?
Thankfully there's another tune
It's a work of Krishna's flute
It satisfies the soul
Yet it never gets old
The synchronicity of Krishna's song
Will melodiously charm
Souls of a higher nature
To be enraptured and sated
Step in time to the perfect drummer
Float to the tune of the transcendental lover
Sip on the nectar of His pleasure notes
Enter the bliss of His clever flows
Exit the sphere of mundane influence
While entering the realm of perfect sentience
Rise from the bed of dreamlike fumbling
Merge in the ocean of awakened tumbling
Cascade on the waves of Divine attraction
Twirl on the lotus of His flute's creation
Elegantly embrace such a loving moment
His eternal dance of blissful enthrallment