by Shama Dasi
O Krishna, Your sweet essence is dripping through my fallen soul.
Govinda, pure joy is streaming from the tip of my tongue through my innermost being when I cry out Your Holy Name.
Jai, Jai Jai! Your energy feels like perfect honey flowing fresh into crimson castles.
Higher, higher, we rise up only to greet You, Gopala—sweet beautiful cowherd boy blue.