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Practice Writings of Monkey and Piggy
ANJANA SUTA ACADEMY


GOOD INTENTIONS
Bumble B. Brockton stopped his redaction, sat in contraction, and asked in,   a reflexive call: Why do you write, this paper was white, but now covered with your negative, fully black, scrawl.
Thinking all thus, with no trumpets or fuss, he crumpled it into a ball, then rose from his seat and trammeled off down the hall.

Yet after renunciation of our writes, still the desire to speak shines bright. We’ll write for a wreader, who is a real greeder, expecting no snow in his pipe.


INHALATION THERAPY
Write because we have something to say to our master, our student (another type of master), to improve the Kirtan.
                 
                    =>   !harI bolO   !harI bolO   <=



WINNER
Do you want your body to be successful in devotional service? Do you want your body to be well known for its big austerities and accomplishments. What about you! Are you even paying attention to the service while your body executes it, what to speak of doing it with feeling!



THEY WILL SELL THE BOOKS
We chant on our Beads. In our heart we have another life, but when we go out of the portal of our eyes, the first thing we come to is our Japa Beads. See your Beads. See each one as you chant. Knead each one, they dance. They are empowered, they sell the books, they cross the shore. We are kind of short-sighted, see our Beads, not much more. 

Furthermore your bead-bag, made of saffron cloth, is a Temple wherein your beads are protected from filth and sloth. Keep it quite clean, this palace of thread, for your sacred wooden Deity it is Their home and Their chair, and Their park and Their bed.


CHOICES
Mother Yasoda has to choose, give Her milk to Krsna, or the milk on the stove, do not lose. Such choices are there in the devotee’s life, this service or that, if we are sincere, chant good rounds, then Krsna at heart will resolve these devotional strifes.


CHARACTER
Are you like Hiranyakasipu? Read chapter seventeen of canto three, and then compare yourself to him, from all arrogance are you free?


ARE WE MIST?
Srila Prabhupada, Krsna, they stand on the grass, of Vraja land’s earth.
Their feet are so delicate they feel each blade of grass if it giggles in mirth.


JAPA
Don’t let your mouth . . . move the Mantra, while your heart it lags behind in a desabandoned movement that has no thought nor rhyme. Guam-man heart and tongue one.


DISGUISES
Hurray, is a word in the dictionary book.
      It sounds just like, Hare, no matter how different it may look.
Kind of like, “Jaya”, “Hurray” can mean, “Conquer”, so it is Radha’s look.


PARAMAHAMSA
The maha-mantra swims on his lips,
     And into its water his consciousness slips.


ASSOCIATES
Our donkey’s name is Jeffrey,
     Better known as Brother Ass
We treat him well but roughly,
     Through this world on him we pass.


4.15AM
It’s time to crawl to Mangala-arati.


MONTERREY
    We just got here.   We’ve finished a week at the hermitage in Cuera-amara.  All the great Yogis and Yoginis were there. We buffed their shoes. Such good fortune.    Now we just got to Monterrey, Mexico. Here the bad men eat raw snake meat in the desert along with a handful of acid fried chilies.   Mean’r ‘n Junk Yard Dog.

Next week we get back to our home in the Jungle, of the deserts of Peru, Arizona, in Murfreesboro, Tennessee.  Today we go to the “Yoga Center” and present the “Light of the Bhagavata” with 37-devotees and 113-guests. After that we’ll eat a pinch of Simply Wonderful and chant “Jaya Radha-madhava” Bhajan for 30-minutes.   Ding Dong!   Gong Home!

That’s enough for one day: Wrack your earballs on the airplane, readjust to a new campsite, go and Meet the Folk (San-kirtan) and chant 41-rounds.



BEFORE MANGALA ARATI
Krsna stopped the Rasa lila when B’muhurta came into view.
    The Gopis wanted to dance more for Krsna,
But even more, they wanted to do what He wanted to do.
    (If He REALLY wanted to do it).

So, now we quick bathe, put Tilak on bag,
   Wake up Lord Nrsmha and to the Temple we swag.

There the Lord’s beautiful in fine simple clothes,
   And Radharani is smiling to see the monkeys in droves.
Hari Bolo!       Hari Bolo!    Prabhupada.   Prabhupada.

Be careful, chant well!
     And this Mangala arati in your heart all day it will swell!


ASK
Nine naughty ninjas
     Buckle down and knell
On brass, with ivory drum-clubs,
     A rotund, resounding bell.

They work their days
     They work their nights
Their monastery filled with lights.

The sound, like fragrant fumes goes up,
     A Buddha’s thoughts it interrupts.

“Yeah,” he says?

“Give us Mantra,” babble they,
     And, “Pray as I pray,” the Buddha say:

“Aum, Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna,
     Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare,
Hare Rama,
Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.”

“O.K.Juju! Juju!” they all say, and on their way.

Imagine such a Mantra, sure to conquer all.
     Reconciles all incongruities, that our service will forestall.
What does Gopal need, even before His need takes seed.

Hare Krsna, Hare Rama!
  Jaya Radha, Jaya Shyama!

Now it is the New Year, January 2013. Months have passed since our last Trash writings, but some Trash we surely stashed. Back to work. The Clean Up Lady.

AGTSP
(((paoho)
Righting is not an option for us.
 It is not something that we can
do or not do.
 For us, for
staying alive,
 it comes in something like write before breathing or thinking or knowing.
Master Reader: O.K. Sir, but please tell us how you know that Krsna was real.
Ryter: Krsna not only WAS real, Krsna IS real. Is Sunrise real now or was it just real in the past?
Which comes first, Sunrise or Sunset,
 and why do you think time is a line?
So many things move in cycles, circles – heart-beats, hunger, days, brrreaths, Sunset/ Sunrise. Also, why just one
 or the other,
time-line or time cycle? Why not see time as a spiral? Then do we have two dimensions, a vertical line and a horizontal circle?
Ha!   Ha!   Hurray!
It’s five o’clock, tock-tock, in the morning here in the Boro. Have I got this darkness and solitude to right for hours and hours and hours?  Can I right, nibble on apples and p-nut butter, take a nap by the fire for hours and hours and hours and go on Rye-Ting for you forever?
Know!
It will start to become light. The cars will start to dust the street. It will all be over. Sunrise is here, with us, now, as the unavoidable future.
Unless
 we get
the mercy of Krsna.

By His Divine Grace we can go on writing for you, honoring Prasadam, taking naps by the fire for as long as it takes to finish this essay. That’s our
Service…
Righting essays and poetry for Krsna.
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