Krishna

By Richard Mather

Maya clouds -- sattva, rajas and tamas --

Encircle the throne of Krishna, the bright

Abode of the ten thousand faces.

Making (placing before and at first),

Paramatman forms the ribs of Adam,

Sculpts the mountains, fills up the oceans

With the flesh and water of his own body.

You can find him in grasslands, rivers, cow-herds,

Under a stone and inside a piece of wood.

He kills demons, swallows fires,

Gives light to those weighed down by the darkness.

Naturing and natured, the soul and matter

Of creation, He is far away but very near.

Krishna: You are up there, coming down,

And in here, flowing out.

[Image: Krishna Statue at the Sri Mariamman Temple (Singapore) Courtesy of AngMoKio / Wiki]