Homages from ISKCON Centers

Çré Vyäsa-püjä 2012
to drift away from you. We pray at your lotus feet that we can have the privilege of serving you as long
as we are in these bodies, and that (possibly) we may go back to Godhead in this lifetime.
Always seeking the blessings and forgiveness of all Vaiñëavas, we remain
Your insignificant servants at Devasadan Mandir, Detroit, Michigan, USA.
(written by Jagadguru Däsa)
Gainesville
nama oà viñëu-pädäya kåñëa-preñöhäya bhü-tale
çrémate bhaktivedänta-sväminn iti nämine
namas te särasvate deve gaura-väëé-pracäriëe
nirviçeña-çünyavädi-päçcätya-deça-täriëe
The Music That Prabhupäda Plays
Once you’ve chanted and danced, had prasäd and a class,
when the day brings its choices to you,
as you ponder your tasks, does your heart often ask,
“What would Prabhupäda want me to do?”
He’s the guru of choice; he’s the pure inner voice;
he’s intelligent, blissful, and kind—
and this list could go on like the full Rämäyaë
and the whole Mahäbhärat combined.
Prabhupäda, what to do? How can I best serve you?
Is my sevä to pay for a clan?
Let things rest or protest? Join the crew? Be aloof?
Independent or corporate man?
Now for me, this is sure: life is never secure.
Death is busily looking for me.
Will I slowly pass on, like my dear Ghanaçyäm,
or as fast as my dear TKG?
In the time that is left, just before Yama’s theft,
I submit for your pleasure and thought
a few simple themes, be we peasants or kings,
Prabhupäda would expect, would he not?
Number one: keep the house where I’ve taken my vows,
the one Prabhupäda built with his hand.
Though in places it leaks, it’s where Prabhupäda speaks,
and he built it on stone, not on sand.
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