I Wanted to by Damodara Dasa

Jun 1, 1967 | Damodara Dasa, Volume-01 Number-13

I sat on a suburban hillside And watched, across a small valley, The opposite rise of land, Covered with low gray houses. Where I was in the grass, By a Black Birch tree With Branches good for toothbrushes, Two pheasants slowly picked Their way through the dry leaves.... read more