Sunday, July 02, 2006

Kulimela Mooed

That special incense from India,
the heady stuff,
floats out of the temple room,
clinging to the bright eyed
who wander into the sunshine,
memories sated with kirtan
and vicarious realizations.

An all day bhajan slowly pumps
up an inlaid harmonium
as the first of a million mrdanga
beats echo off the building fronts.

Conference rooms rustle to life.
Slide projectors hum into light
as laptops boot up
and chairs are slide into formations.

At long tables in open spaces
paper plates and cups
are taken from large cardboard boxes
and ladles and spoons are neatly arrayed.

The kitchen door opens
as the head cook takes his first breath
not burdened with a thousand details.
Inside, stainless steel containers rattle
together as eager servers
dance them full and towards the door.

Alone, at the dumpster,
the cowherd man throws plastic
bags of trash from a 20 year old Toyota
truck with a homemade wooden bed,
covering emptied produce boxes
and milk containers,
then leaves with a fresh roll of bags
to make his rounds again.

The occasional visitor to the barn,
wandering away from the festival,
finds it empty,
but no one notices.


At 5:02 PM, Anonymous Chaits said...

Very Mooving....

I am Gosh. I speak for the cow.
Who doesn't have much of a voice, anyhow.
Come along and join in as I sing.
Think of the cow and the joy that they bring.

At 8:17 AM, Blogger Madhava Gosh said...

All the buzz on Kulimela
was so positive and upbeat,
my instincts took over;
I had to bring some heat.

To be fair I must concede
there was a seminar on cows,
and the children had a tour
of the barn and the mows.

At 11:56 PM, Anonymous Gokula said...

It's ironic that you posted this poem yesterday. Apparently no one at the temple read it. This morning they had a big harinam procession to the barn with all the Indian guests, only to find there were no cows there.

At 9:09 AM, Blogger Madhava Gosh said...

Case in point.

It is sad to see that the current management and philosophy of management is in such a disconnect with Srila Prahbupada's vision for NV and is head over heels capitulating to the suburbanites.

Of course, cow protection is still funded, and the barn at the temple is only a small piece of a larger picture.I still have great admiration for the austerity performed by NV in maintaining all the cows that are still alive 15 years after Kirtanananda (Bhaktipada)abandoned his mad vision of having the largest dairy in West Virginia and walked away from his responsibility to the cows he had ordered to be bred and their calves. Breeding was stopped then.

The fear I have is that current management stops seeing the cows as Mother and Father, and only sees them as a rather large item in the budget that is a burden and hope that they somehow go away so that money is available for other projects.

A procession to an empty barn reflects this disconnect.


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