Krishna's Joy Song Cycle
� Copyright 1999 by J. L. Waters.
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A Song Of Krishna
In the beginning,
When you were mine,
You were so eager and bright,
And ready to learn new things,
Get new ideas and
See new faces.
Now if you had words and music
To express these most happy times,
And you could share these songs,
You�d bring much joy to others!
But maybe you think
People wouldn�t like your singing,
Or the way you play your instrument,
So you are afraid
To share such joy!
One person works best alone.
Another works best with others.
One mind produces words.
Another mind produces music.
Yet a third mind enables you
To sing your song.
May many voices blend in singing
To make your song
Sound richer and fuller.
Expectation often brings
Fear and disappointment.
When you were smallest
You were least filled with
Expectations.
So when you go and make music
And people are negative,
It�s because they expect too much of you.
They are too sad in themselves.
So make merry like me.
Make merry night and day.
Don�t stop feeling free.
Pick up a tune and play.
If ever sickness comes and
Takes away your love,
Or when others beat you
At some critical game,
There is still my joy expressed in
Happy rhymes and songs.
Don�t let people
Rob you of your
Inner treasure.
I�m in the happy song writer
Putting words to my music.
I charm both mother and child
As your words and my music
Fit together well.
I make expectations fall away
As the highest joy is felt.
I help you meet each stranger
Who isn�t yet my confidante.
Now the cradle room is merry
And every heart is light.
The air is filled with melody
And everything�s all right.
So make merry like me.
Make merry night and day.
Don�t stop feeling free.
Pick up a tune and play.
Beside the manger no one�s a stranger to me.
Here where kind animals feed, no one�s
In more need than another.
Where happy songs are heard
There�s no hint of a cruel or harsh word.
Joy fills the air and every heart
Is opened unto me.
I am the source of happiness.
I am the water vessel brought on the camel�s back
To many who are lost in the desert.
The happy child thirsts not.
It�s the vain youth who�s lost the trail
Which brings you back to yourself.
So make merry like me.
Make merry night and day.
Don�t stop feeling free.
Pick up a tune and play.
A Song Of Krishna
The source of rapture,
And the rapture itself,
I am called by so many different names.
Like the sun grows the plants
Out of Earth and air and rain,
Humans grow their trees
Of knowledge about me.
I am here and all is well
Even on the battlefield
Where armies destroy themselves
In an argument over what I am.
I laugh and weep at the same time
and I am expressed clearly through the composer
Who expresses no emotion.
You find me in yourself
By making a little child happy.
In the waif�s eyes you see yourself
Before expectation
Brought you down.
Go make a song of yourself,
Or make my lines into songs.
Feel my pipe in your hands.
Set it to your own lips and play.
Go find a child who is lonely.
Fill this child�s life with my joy.
The happy child will tell you new stories
which add so much to your joy
And to the reservoir of pleasure.
Or find an older person who is lonely.
Reclaim the happiness of your innocence
And project this joy into the sad ones heart.
This will help you find me more and more
In deeds more than in words.
I am in actions more potent
Than in speeches.
As you sing happy songs,
Your actions share the universal joy
Of childhood�s naked delight
In the cooling rain shower.
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� 1999 Messiah
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