My Cellmate, Please!

by Jivananda dasa

I know you are tired my cellmate,

But, I can’t turn off the light right now.

I’m writing to a new bhakta

And I’ve got to show him how.

I know you think I’m crazy

With my chanting all the time,

But somehow I must find the nectar;

When I’m chanting I feel fine.

It’s the special mercy of Lord Caitanya;

I wish I could make you see

Through love and devotion

Our spirit souls can be free.

So I’m writing, which is preaching

To the new bhaktas, it’s my heart’s call;

So many men I’ve loaned books to,

Have found paradise behind the wall.

Now they have been transferred

To other prisons far and wide

But their love and devotion to Lord Krsna

They have not tried to hide.

They write to me for encouragement,

Questions and answers on their minds.

I answer only with Srila Prabhupada’s words;

In his books, the answers I must find.

So cellmate, cover your eyes with something

And I hope you’ll be alright

Cause, I’ve got a pile of letters

And I’ll be up writing all night!!