The Queen of Vrindavan

Meditating on Yamuna
started walking from the dusty fields
close to the concrete buildings
around our small asram house
passing by the dirty water canals
due to contemporary consumerism
longing to touch Yamuna`s waters
and heal my health and heart...

A green labyrinth of high grass fields
divided by small sandy pathways
A man close to a water pump
pointing the direction towards the river...

A straw house with a peacock on top
in front of a garden full of peacocks
flying from one tree branch to another...
Buffalos and cows sitting on the road...

Birds singing from the branches
of lonely trees
standing as shelters
in the endless fields...

Vraja residents gathering flowers
with small, colorful, fragile leaves
from such a beautiful green gardens
under the sight of the sunset...

Two young boys waving and laughing
while shouting "Haribol" at me...
Only the thorns in the dusty dancing feet
indicating this is still a material world...

My time is over and Yamuna remains far
but the desire to touch the Holy waters
may one day bring me, the foreigner,
closer to the mood of Vrindavan...

The golden sun melting
in the blue clouds...
The golden Radha
and the blue Krishna...

Hearing birds singing
the Name of the queen of Vrindavan
"Radhe-Radhe"
Such an inner peace and happiness!

Vrindavan, 2018