A poem written on receiving inspiration, which I tried my best to transcribe. (Circa. 2000)
“Simply see your lover as Krishna!”
These kindly words rebounded through the hills of California
And plunged deep into a heart – the heart of a disciple,
Which was before that moment tempestuous with self-loathing;
Loathsome of his lusts and passions and his so-called love – for another man.
But now he need weep no more. For to Krishna all are women
– male or female in bodily form, His love draws all the same way.
Some may smile at this, some may weep with relief, but my question is:
Could I ever see you as Krishna? For often I love you as such.
Your eyes, at least, are blue.
And your voice soothes me as would His mystic Flute;
Your body has Krishna’s limbs (I have noticed) and it too
Is sweet and honest and true.
I love you, oh I love you!
Krishna is sweetness. Krishna is the Divine Lover.
Then why, when he was born a man, did he take birth a Warrior?
To defend the Truth of course, and thus the Earth
From Falsehood’s endless demon births.
That Krishna is a jealous Lover comes then as no surprise –
Nor that in defence of the one he loves will like a fanned flame rise.
But think not that he cares for Himself or that he feels as other men –
Because for Truth He has lived and died, and for Truth He would do it again.
No. Krishna loves, He loves. And so He is one who saves:
Should His lover so much as tilt Her gaze towards
Or even look askance in troubled mood
At the adoring demons – a grinning, drooling, hypnotic brood –
And He will force Her flight from danger –
Even if He must take Her by the hair on Her head
He will spare nothing to save Her.
What is a Lover unless one who saves?
Krishna, Krishna, Krishna…
Maybe these thoughts were more for me than you –
But when I love Krishna, I love you too.
The advice at the start of this poem is given to British author Christopher Isherwood from his guru, Swami Prabhavananda. Isherwood wrote about his guru in the book: My Guru and His Disciple.