Radha to Krishna – A Poem

Radha to Krishna

You planted your pink lotus seeds

Inside my heart

And opened me up like a radiant flower.

~ Dawn Pisturino ~

2011; August 12, 2022

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When Krishna Plays His Flute

When Krishna plays his flute, all of life stops, frozen into silence and immobility by the wondrous beauty of the music. Even the rivers and streams stop flowing, or flow backwards, as all of nature absorbs the astounding mystical quality of his presence. The whole universe responds with ecstasy and joy. The cow girls (Gopis) fall in love with Krishna all over again. Life itself renews, growing fuller and greener and more resplendent with vigor and energy. Flowers appear more fragrant and lush.

Krishna represents Divine Love. His flute represents the human heart. When the heart is empty, like the flute, it is receptive to Krishna’s Divine Love. And when Krishna plays his flute, the whole universe is filled with his Divine Love. 

Dawn Pisturino

January 20, 2022

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The Butter Thief

Many years ago, a little boy named Krishna lived in a small village in India.

Every morning, the women of the village would milk the cows and churn the thick, sweet cream into golden butter. Then they would place the butter into cool clay pots.

Krishna loved butter. One day, he sneaked into a neighbor’s hut and stole the pot full of butter.

Sitting under a shady tree, Krishna shared the butter with some hungry monkeys. When they were all full, he threw the pot on the ground and broke it.

The next day, Krishna sneaked into another hut in the village. But the pot full of butter was sitting on a high shelf. Krishna could not reach it. He stacked some wooden boxes under the shelf. Then he climbed up the boxes and stole the pot full of butter.

Krishna shared the butter with his friend Balarama. They had fun smearing butter on each other’s faces. When they were both full, Krishna threw the pot into some bushes.

The next day, Krishna sneaked into another hut in the village. But the pot full of butter was hanging from the ceiling. Krishna could not reach it. He could not find any wooden boxes to stand on. But in the corner of the hut, Krishna found a long wooden stick. He broke the pot with the stick and ate all the butter.

As Krishna was licking butter from his fingers, a young woman entered the hut.

“Krishna, why have you stolen all the butter?” she said.

“Why do you accuse me of stealing?” Krishna asked. “There is plenty of butter in the village.”

The women of the village complained to Krishna’s mother. She saw the butter on Krishna’s face.

“Open your mouth and let me see,” she said to Krishna.

Krishna opened his mouth. But instead of teeth, tongue, and tonsils, Krishna’s mother saw the whole universe. She saw the sun, the moon, and all the planets. She saw all the stars in the Milky Way. She saw the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper. She saw comets shooting across the sky.

Krishna’s mother was amazed at what she saw, but she thought it was all a dream. She scolded him for stealing the butter then held him on her lap.

The next morning, the women of the village found all their pots full of sweet golden butter. And they were never empty again.

Dawn Pisturino

2008

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