Blanket warmth pervades our sense of being
Eyes opened, glazed with lust, but not seeing
Pain, fear and impotence rage within
Future plans afford no gain
Outsiders walk by on other paths
Never connecting with each other’s hearts
Façade transparent yet no one see’s
Walk on by pay no fees
Matter adjusted for our needs
Never finding perfection, vein bleeds
Ever searching we beseech
Transcendence of corporeal bonds we can never reach
Worm in stool we struggle for an eternity
Of this life, there is no certainty
Death comes swiftly, with no meaning
Bereft of this body we go screaming
Eternity beckons as we flow on through
Desperately seeking, something new
Form ever changing we struggle anew
To find what we hunger for, that primordial clue
Ever searching never finding
Happiness fleeting, soul destroying
Digging deeply we find no answer
Looking closely we see no further
Raising our heads we look skyward
Stars beckon, something to go forward
Transport our minds to further lands
Same old problems different sands
Matter becomes like the husk of wheat
Dry in our mouths, hands and feet
Chewing what has been chewed is all we do
Matter is no longer the comforter we pursue
By degrees the conception of purpose is manifest
Yet the answers are unclear and something we detest
Eternal search for self satisfaction through external matter
No longer satisfies our internal clatter
So purpose outside our sense perception is what is missing
Yet to seek this knowledge we find so perplexing
Thoughts arriving from external sources
Yet where does truth reside if not through our own resources
Dialectical truth both relative and absolute
Makes one most irresolute
Yet absolute is what we desire
Justification of existence burns like a fire
What is mine is mine and not yours
What is yours is not mine
Thus we are different yet still the same
You and I both playing the game
If existence individual and reality duality
So where is that truth of pure clarity
Truth that is beyond our material conception
In transcendence of our worldly ambitions
Truth that binds, animates and directs
Reality so virtual that it begs to connect
Connect with the source of all existence
The gel and substance of nature’s pretence
What is material existence if not a game
We seek for answers yet find only shame
To shed this material body and free our soul
Metaphysical existence becomes our goal
Transmigration becomes our aim
Yet who or what controls this game
I am a person full of qualities
So why not the controller of all entities
So answers now come fast and furious
Yet still we are so curious
The path may be set but the journey not over
So many hurdles to surmount and uncover
True self discovery now a reality
More questions become our priority
Freedom from material bondage is getting closer
Yet where are the answers to take us further
Of material knowledge we have many
Yet in spiritual instruction we are but puny
If the absolute eternal, so must be the answers
Cultural knowledge of the controller’s existence
Of religious talk there are many
Both old and new ideas come frequently
Yet spiritual dialectic is of antiquity
So is the history of humanity
Material science has muzzled the voice of our past
Yet the supreme truth in person will ever last
To seek this antiquity of truth is our goal
The full knowledge of body mind and soul
The ontology of God is what must be known
To give more answers than questions we own
Absolute truth is not shallow nor is it cheap
The fullest knowledge is what we must seek
Knowledge both physical and metaphysical is wanted
Of God the answers must be full clear and untainted
Of this world the game must be uncovered
The rules of winning fully discovered
Then we can free ourselves of this burden
To find life in everlasting union with God our solution
Union where life is pure, simple and known
Union where we will never ever be alone
Krsnacandra Dasa
March 23, 2001
Vrndavana
