Memories of Puri 2008

A poem from Nityananda Das about the Puri Retreat

Here is my small poem about the Puri parikrama:

I wish to again pass the same Puri streets
And feel the warm, soothing embrace of the Name,
Bright streams of whose sound inundated our ears.
We rejoice with His choice - to be proofs of His fame.

I wish to again hear loud chords of great ocean
That help me to hanker, remember, and pray
After all that I've heard - pure love and devotion
To the Lord who has bathed His passed servant that day.

Will I see this again: myself serve out the nectar
from the lips of the Lord, and the Lord's devotees,
Wishing thousands of tongues just to relish their fortune,
Think aloud of what, if not him, they would miss?

My memory stretches just to capture pure faces
That highlighted the souls in close touch with Divine.
Dear golden Lord, may your sweet will again place us
All together in Puri, where we'll see your sweet smile.

Your servant, Nityananda dasa