On this 50th anniversary, looking at the inventory of my heart, my heart
It was clean, and bare, and empty, of emotions that once choked me to my core, well no more
I could stand in your presence, looking at the faces of those who betrayed their own souls
And what did it cost me, but everything that bound me to, this world of pain
And now I see it differently, the once and future enemies, no more, well no more
For I’m free and I’m happy, I am blessed with eternal love
Who wouldn’t pay and give up everything that came their way?
Dearest Master, forever Lord, with your rose and with your sword
Excavate, you excavate
full of fear, full of hate, heart inside steel frame
Came the spark eternal, myself, your lowly servant but yours all the same
Jaya Jaya Prabhupada, Prabhupada, Prabhupada, Jaya Jaya Prabhupada
Jaya Jaya Prabhupada, Prabhupada, Prabhupada, Jaya Jaya Prabhupada
What I found shocked me, in this half a lifetime 40, short, so very short
You had found me, and protected me, the important vital self of me, the soul, my very soul
While by body and my mind, whipped through enemy territory, sinister movement oh so scary!
Stripping away, all that once defined me, the same or worse demonically
With the fine fine mesh, tiny tiny comb, you cured me by allowing me to see how it hurts, oh how it hurts!
Unprotected, violated, lied to, and frustrated, cover up, cover up, smile, smile
Spout grand philosophy, culture donors, use the friendly,
do whatever it takes to receive the worship of many. After all, this place is for fools,
I’ve been one once too many. But no more, no more
I don’t care for what they offer me, the money, fame, and power, all utterly puny, repulsive, and worse yet BINDING! No thanks! No thanks!
The Devil worships you, oh Jagat Guru. You command the Lord’s army, of which he is just a part, a small part.
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