11:40 A.M.
Overcast day. Tractor noisy in the fields. It’s warmer. This is not the last day. Chanting Hare Krishna will continue.
Tiny bugs with twin antennae land on my saffron cotton lap. I chant to them. Tiny bluebell wildflowers, I chant to you. This is better chanting.
(_Begging for the Nectar of the Holy Name_)
JAPA POEM
On the last day of the japa retreat
I wrote that it is
not the last day.
Chanting Hare Krishna will continue.
I chant to the bug
that lands on my lap.
I chant to the bluebell wildflowers.
“This is better chanting.”