Some years ago a godbrother challenged me to write a sonnet. I thought for a while and then decided to write about an encounter I had had with a fly that afternoon.
Note: On a mobile phone, this poem is best viewed by holding the phone sideways.
Poor Little Fly
Poor little fly upon my window pane,
I’ll try to help you find your way outside.
Your efforts to be free go all in vain
Although I’ve opened up my window wide.
It must be nature’s law that’s locked you in.
Your karma makes you land on solid glass.
For though we both may try, we cannot win.
The truth I’ve read in scripture comes to pass.
Does not this world confine us to our role?
What use to toil and strive for worldly gain?
Man does no more his destiny control
Than this poor fly upon my window pane.
The road to freedom lies another way.
Chant Hare Krishna, go back home, and stay.
Back home: A wild parrot in Mayapur, India. The poem is about a fly, but I thought this pretty little bird would be nicer to look at than some awful bug. I’ve never heard one of these parrots talk, but people say they can be taught to. (photo: Umapati Swami)
Eternally touching my head to the floor at the lotus feet of my spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada, for showing me all this.
⁓Umapati Swami, December 10, 2018
Photo top: Naughty Krishna holding a piece of candy (Jishnu Das)
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His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada is the teacher who brought Krishna Consciousness from India to the West and then to the rest of the world. He is the founder of the worldwide Hare Krishna Movement as well as the author and compiler of many works of Vedic knowledge. He left this world in 1977.
One of the first American devotees of the Hare Krishna Movement, he became Srila Prabhupada’s disciple in 1966. Since then, he has preached Krishna Consciousness in many countries and is the author of “My Days with Prabhupada,” available from Amazon. Now 85 years old, he has started this blog to share what he has learned.