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The Rockefeller Krishna











                                                                                                                                                                              He smiles his charming smile
                                                                                                                                                                              little white teeth in pink mouth
                                                                                                                                                                              like silvery crescent moon
                                                                                                                                                                              in a coral sunset sky –
                                                                                                                                                                              The lord who reclines on Ananta
                                                                                                                                                                              the great precious gem
                                                                                                                                                                              Vasudeva from whose conch-strung girdle
                                                                                                                                                                              hangs the tortoise pendant –
                                                                                                                                                                              Will he not walk his toddling walk!

                                                                                                                                                                              With chuckling laughter he comes
                                                                                                                                                                              dripping water from his mouth
                                                                                                                                                                              like sugarcane from an open pot –
                                                                                                                                                                              I am drowned in waves of joy
                                                                                                                                                                              as he trips forward
                                                                                                                                                                              to kiss me with that honeyed mouth.
                                                                                                                                                                              That cloud-colored One
                                                                                                                                                                              Lord of the sacred form –
                                                                                                                                                                              over the heads of those who oppose him
                                                                                                                                                                              will he not walk his toddling walk!

                                                                                                                                                                              - Periyalvar, Periyalvar Torumoli 1.7.2, taken from V. Dehejia, Slaves
                                                                                                                                                                              of the Lord: the Path of the Tamil Saints, New Delhi, 1988, p. 101.
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