TELL ME ABOUT KRISHNA

Venu Gita pg.119 "Yes, yes, Sakhi, tell us what dwells in the inaccessible cavern of your heart."

From the Song of the Bee -  SB 10.47.17 [...] "So let us give up all freindship with this dark-complexioned boy, even if we can't give up talking about Him." 

SB 10.47.21"Does He remember His father's household affairs and His friends, the cowherd boys?  O great soul! Does He ever talk about us, His maidservants? [...]" 

O friend,                  

tell me about Krishna!

let me close my eyes

so I can see Him in my mind

while you tell me of His skin

cool rainy cloud,

so densely bluish

resembling a Tamal tree,

tell me of His reddish eyes

messaging love

and His impish smile,

tell me more and more

or I will fall in lamentation;

tell me what touched His feet

the grass, the sand,

and of the pasture land

treasuring His footprints

where he laughed, played and danced;

tell me of the autumn festive mood,

of the sweet nectar of the notes

flowing from His flute,

flavoring the nights

spent whirling under the moon.

O unrivalled dancer!

how swift His dancing steps

on Kaliya’s hoods!

Tell me again and again

of those times

when He left us dressed with only water

relishing our stripped desires

knowing He possessed our minds.

Then, unthinkable was the day

that He would go away.

Once again 

call out His name aloud

to keep this pain away.

Do you remember

when He closed His eyes,

His flute slipped from His hand,

And from His hair a feather fell

And tears like pearls

rolled down His face

since He could not meet Radha?

And now?  Does He remember?

Us, His promises, His beloved …and Vraja?

Before my friend Svetaganga Lila Devi Dasi left for attending the Vrindavan Parikrama and the Japa Retreat in Varsana, whenever she would come to see me I would tell her "Tell me about Krishna" and she had to say one Krishna's pastime. Once she told me that because of this game I played with her, whenever she was on the way to see me she would start to think which pastime to relate as soon as I would ask her "Tell me about Krishna". So, I wrote this poem, to celebrate our Krishna consciousness' friendship - now that she has come back from Vraja adorned with the jewels of this land - and to glorify the Gopis' constant remembrance of Krishna, their mood at the time of Krishna's pastimes when He left Vraja and separation increased incommensurably the love of His devotees that they could not give up telling and re-telling about Him.