Enchanted Forest: A Devotional Poem

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The fresh aroma filling the air in the cool, damp, morning hours.

The vibrant, popping, joyful green of the grass and trees.

The wet, woody scent mixing with the sweet delicacy of newly blooming wildflowers.

The mesmerizing hum of the cicadas high up in the canopy.

The chattering of squirrels and their rambunctious acrobatics between branches. The crisp, blue sky, scattered with fluffy white clouds. The little wonders all around. Spiders weaving their web of the day with fine intelligence and artistic skill. Tiny mushrooms growing from almost nothing in the middle of a gravel hill. Intricate violet flowers swirling out to meet the bees. The unexplainable quiet existing between the trees.

Trillions of individual living entities all gathered in one place with one aim. Each plant, each blade of grass uniquely finding their way through the transmigration of species.

Enter human-being.

Craving variety, individuality. Seeking relationship, community. Yet nothing seems to satisfy this burning desire. Oh, the painful emptiness of a forest; this land is conspicuous by Your absence. A path worn by the feet of many, winding through the understory. The stark reality of an aching heart, an aching body.

A need... A NEED.... I NEED YOU.

“Krishna, where are You?”

The silence... denoting the absence of laughter. The shadows cast by the canopy... hinting at Your effulgence. I'm listening for your little feet running through the woods. But all I hear are leaves shuttering in the breeze. I'm looking for the dust raised by the cow's hooves, signifying you'll be home soon. Is that...?! No.... that's not the sound of your flute.

Mother Earth carries the remnants of the kumkum from your foot. Everything that makes Her beautiful is coming from You. She is enchanting only because She weeps. She screams and fights to reclaim Her position As the foundation for your lotus-like feet.

There is only one sound in a forest

Hare Krishna

There is only one person in the world

Hare Krishna There is only one original form

Hare Krishna poem

There is only one purpose for this material world

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare