Just One Day
by Braja Sevaki Devī Dāsī
The Māyāpur moon melts into day, trailing soft white mists whose edges burn as the day rises from the green waters of Jalangi. The moist air settles, softening the earth that cradles bare feet, cool and soothing.
Temple bells ring; Mādhava calls, His graceful form swathed in golden silk...the color of compassion, the color of Caitanya . . .
Dusk arrives; the hot sun sinks into Ganga's waiting arms, her cool waters embracing, Giving relief, shelter . . .
A city of love rising from the sacred earth each brick, each stone, each heart, melting with Gaura bhakti . . .
Obeisances, Śrī Māyāpur Dhama . . .