Brijabasi Spirit

Lyrics and music by Devananda Pandit das
(Krsna Book Chapter One Song One)
When the world was overburdened
by the forces of unruly kings
who posed themselves as guardians
but who desecrated everything
The Deity of the Earth named Bhumi
went to see Lord Brahma in her plight
with tears in her eyes she was no more
than a sorry sight
Lord Brahma took compassion
‘pon […]

Check out these links for a peak into the past:
Short New Vrndavana story - a pipe, some robes and typical weirdness
Within Vrndavan’s Woods and Groves
excerpt:
Within Vrndavan’s woods and groves
Lord Krishna and Radha unite
To taste the joy of spiritual love
All glories to this holy sight
Lord Krishna’s beauty thrills the soul
Defeating even Cupid’s dart
The boy who lifted […]

by Haridhama dasa
(from Sept. 1981 Issue of the Brijabasi Spirit)
Today, while walking, chanting,
a leaf, recently fallen,
wafted by a gentle breeze,
drifted across my path.
Red, golden, sepia hues
nearly glowing…
I thought, ‘Ah, there’s beauty
even in death.’
Walking on, sometimes chanting,
sometimes thinking,
death on my mind…
sunlight twinkling through the trees,
splashing me with warm rays of light,
brilliant yellow flowers
beckoning my vision […]

My fellow devotees,
I am just one of the many inmates incarcerated across America who relied on
Muktakesa das for support, guidance, and friendship. He was fully dedicated
to his work with the ISKCON Prison Ministry and the news of his recent
passing was both shocking and heart wrenching, and yet, as I reflected on
the event I began to […]

by Mudakari dasi
In Buffalo, cold New York State,
Your spiritual journey did begin.
You met your transcendental fate
And learned to wheedle, bluff, and pin.
With incense, flowers, stickers, books,
The infamous citation line,
You brazed the laughter, scornful looks,
The “No Solicitation” fine.
From strip mall, street, and stadium,
From parking lot to prison cell,
You served as via medium
To life beyond material […]

(written by an alumnus of NV . See the notes for his sermon “Lessons Learned In New Vrindaban”)
Thank you, O my sweet Lord,
for life in my hands.
Thank you for everything
I now understand.
Thank you for family;
thank you for friends.
Thank you for everything
that comes to an end.
Thank you, O my sweet Lord,
for children to teach.
Thank you, O […]

Dread
Splash (bucket hits the ground in shock)
That sweet smell, barn-lila, dripping noses and udders
Metal cranes wrought-iron
Dropping into vats of gold
He said “7 temples…seven hills”
We could finish it as soon as tomorrow!
Honeybees buzzing in devotion
So all the deer appreciate
Locked away, hellish winter
But the warden smells of sandal-wood
Nowadays, the inmates have computers
Paved roads and cell-phones
Some of the […]

by Sankirtana das
(for my son and daughter)
New Vrindavan quarantined! No one could come or go. All across the country it was on the radio. I don’t know why, but that didn’t stop us. We must have had more faith then, back in ’76, coming up the lonely twisting roads in Bhokta’s van, […]

by Hladini dd
Vrindavana, Vrindavana all covered with snow.
Where did all your surabhi cows go?
The green, scenic pastures are covered with ice
To live in Vrindavana is not a cheap price.
The icy cold winds come demanding the rent
For all those sweet summer days you spent.
The sunshine, the flowers, the cows running free
Are now transformed to austerity!
The supplies […]

The leash isn’t long enough
     My neck snaps back as I dash ahead
Pretty girls, Ferrari zooms by, big big football game
Some friends whom are okay and only a little harmless
     I bark and snap and roll in the waste of my instincts
Guttural sounds, the shape of things to come
       […]