Lord Jagannatha idol on the Right & Srila Prabhupada Chanting at the Golden Gate Park San Francisco circa 1967
Sri Jagannatha Ratha Yatra 2014: A Vision Where All Worlds Meet And The Journey Begins Embracing Words Of The Everlasting Sankirtan Lila As Barefooted Lovers of the Divine Ecstasy (Music of the Soul) Draw The Chariot To The Heart of Their Selves
The San Francisco Scene Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin, Allen Ginsberg and Krishna Consciousness circa Jan 1967
The day the Self-born unity will come into being by the harmony and integration of knowledge, devotion and work, as impelled by the Will of the Virat Purusha, the Universal Person, on that day the chariot of Jagannath will come out on the avenues of the world, radiating its light in all directions. Satya Yuga, the Age of Truth will descend upon earth; the world of mortal man will become the field for the play of the Divine, the temple-city of God, the metropolis of Ananda. – The Chariot of Jagannath by Sri Aurobindo
Barefooted…
We stood at the confluence of the holy river and the sea
Srila Prabhupada at the Golden Gate Park Feb 1967
(dariyeachi ek apurbo ananda vairagyer mohonay)
Divine tide
Made us ride
The chariot that came forth
Sarirer Shihoron
Ananda Kirtan
Bheshe jay sab plabone
A flooding light
Strange and bright
Drowned us in
And we rejoiced at the shores of bliss…
Jay Jagannath
Jay Jagannath
Jay Jagannath
HARI OM (3x)
The universe hangs on its ancient plenum
Finally silence has words to speak off
It speaks out of its heart’s compassion
Naked sunbeams travelling moonlight flooding streets
Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu at the Divine Confluence
Flooding horizons
And pastures rained with starlit dreams
Raising their heads against the sky
To meet the Real in themselves
Every nook and corner, the music must go on…
The revelry must conjure the passion of their lives
Embrace the barefooted lovers of this destiny
Meet by the riverside, mountainside and at conclaves or at gardens
The unknown call answered at these places
Hail the Lord –The Lord of the Worlds
Innermost thoughts
Innermost expressions
Can translate the power of the Godhead
Into the surface of a raindrop refracting rainbow
Where do we go?
To know thyself
That thou art hidden
Words are like mirrors reflecting everything
Words are trance objet de art
Words are ocean of multitudes
Whatever be your language
The destiny is One
1>1 as many
Grateful Dead Playing 30 min rendition of Dancing in the Street as a Street Sankirtan at the Tomkins Square Park /First East Coast Gig circa 1967 acknowledgement Meyer Liebowitz The NY Times
1>2 as many subsets of many
Immerse yourself
And dissolve…
Withered petals have offered their wealth
The sap of honey rekindles fire
Satiates senses
Purge poets
For the ‘sadhana’
And Dante’s paradise mirrors the Self
Streets are flooded with moonlight doves
Evening rubs
The feathered pitch of sunlight receding in the dark
Forest wood sandal hooves
Gum resin fibre
Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Shubhadra with Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu Folk Art
Echoing every leaf’s crescent arm
Over sleepy houses, quarters and emerald seas
They have incensed and bathed words in their delight
The light
Shines…
Comes ahead
Above the forehead
Observe the unfolding
Of events
From non-existent sat to chit of ‘ananda kirtan’ – this very body of delight
Transcendental unity on the surface of the universe bubble (the Swar from Hiranyaloka)
Dancing in the streets…
Evening drains out
Only the tree of life looks up to the sun
Forming crystals flowers of imaginative display
That exchange information that is discreet
Of the coming time
Do you know why?
Achinta-bheda-abheda-tattva
Active kriya awakens the world
For better possibilities on which we live
Quotrivan Jagannatha walking on the sands
Quotri-van…
Blessings sweet
On the chariot’s way
Jim Morrison Frankfrut circa 1968
Blown by the winds
Pull towards your q-self
Express thy feelings…
Jay Jagannatha
Hari Om Tat Sat!
There in between images
Times fills space
at the bottom of this
Hanging emptiness
the tree clings to the soul
flowering beauty’s mystic sense
which we glance through
our mind
The Lord awaits on the shore
as the moon awaits the cycle to end and begin
renew the words with feelings
Sri Aurobindo circa 1915
and you have everything…
“I was doing time in the universal mind.
I was feeling fine.
I was turning keys, I was setting people free.
I was doing all right.
Chorus: Then you came along
With a suitcase and a song,
Turned my head around.
Now I’m so alone
Just looking for a home
In every place I see.
I’m the freedom man (3x)
That’s how lucky I am. – Universal Mind/Jim Morrison/The Doors
– J
