His name comes out in a cry

Krishna

Krishna

Krishna

my mouth rolls with anticipation

look how He dances on my tongue

how with each step He presses the soft sole

my skin rising in ecstasy

and He rolls on the edge of my heart

from His hands mercy flowing like rivers

I yearn for Him to find me

pull me up from the back of my neck

place me on His chest

father-like with warmth

this time I will not leave

for I have known darkness and strangers

enough enough

now He comes home

a golden pulse of life, unmovable light

He watches

and I catch His tears and make them my own

as He becomes space of silence

the unspoken words and happenings of my life

as He becomes sweet taste on my lips

the soft turning of time

on my tongue

and never stops

Paraschiva Florescu: I am a Law student at Edinburgh University, but I also organize Kirtans and introductory bhakti yoga sessions for the student community. I enjoy writing poetry, studying the scriptures, reading and I recently finished a Kirtan course in the Radhadesh community in Belgium, after which I am inspired to spread kirtan throughout Scotland and introduce Krishna to many souls with a thirst for hearing. I can be reached atpara.skevi@yahoo.com and I publish regularly poetry on my blog.