I ran berserk through spring fields.
Surrounded by flowers and soft breezes
Inside me, my heart was black.
I crashed through young trees and bushes
Laid down amongst the grasses there
And cried to the clouds moving over,
Father! Oh, Father! My Father!
I felt natural silence there
And I breathed.
Krsna swayed his branches
As small trees, above me.
He landed on my skin
As a mosquito, and pricked me.
The soft breeze came down
And whispered to me:
There’s nothing wrong.
Look at these trees and grasses
Everything is neutral here
There’s no good or bad here.
And I saw that the blackness was
Just my perspective.
There’s no good or bad anywhere.
I pondered that thought
And melted into the windy glen.
I dried my eyes
Put my feet underneath me
Stood, and breathed the sunlit air
And I ran on, the earth
Yielding supplely to my feet.
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