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DETERMINATION by Krishna Priya Dasi

 This poem is from my poetry book, 'Lotus Lyrics'…

It is based upon Chapter 18, verses 33-35 of the Bhagavad Gita As It Is by His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, which explains how our determination to do something falls under different modes of nature:  goodness, passion, and ignorance.

When I was writing this poem at the New Goloka Temple in North Carolina, I was thinking that the best example of determination that I know of is Srila Prabhupada himself!
A.C Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

At the age of seventy, even after having had two heart attacks en route from India to the U.S, Srila Prabhupada single-handedly started preaching the mission of Krishna Consciousness in the west. And after he had established several centers, he traveled all over the world for 12 more years, continuing to spread Krsna consciousness.

The message of Bhagavad Gita and the example of Srila Prabhupada’s life are extraordinary and have been life changing to me. 

I believe that both can help everyone’s life to flow in the right direction through proper determination and steadfastness and by concentrating one's mind, actions, and sensory activities on the Supreme.

According to The Gita, this is the highest goal of life: when one is engaged in Krishna conscious activities. And once one’s mind becomes controlled through determination, then the mind becomes one's best friend. That’s when the destination of happiness for which we all are looking is reached. This knowledge from the Gita inspired my poem.  
Lotus Flower Photography by Bahman Farzad


Determination in goodness is well-sustained,
Steadfast, unbreakable, and non-deviated.
It controls the mind, the life and the senses
And life's fortune is then elevated.

Determination in passion holds
Deep desire for the fruitful reward.
Economy and sense gratification arise
In one's consciousness and self-regard.

One's determination in ignorance does not surpass
Dreaming, fearfulness, and lamentation.
Moroseness and illusion make their way
Through unintelligent mental speculation.
Photography by Lisa Saraswati Cawley

Krishna Priya Dasi is a disciple of His Holiness Lokanath Swami, in the bhakti-yoga tradition under His Divine GraceA.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada. She was born in Rajasthan, India and was raised in Jaipur. Although she encountered major structural and bone problems from the beginning of her life she was trained in traditional Rajasthani painting and one of her paintings ‘Rasa-Lila’, appears on the front cover of Graham Schweig’s book, Dance of Divine Love. She is also a talented henna body artist, and is the author and illustrator of a poetry book titled: “Lotus Lyrics”, based on Bhagavad-gita As It Is by His Divine Grace Srila Prabhupada. Her first cookbook “The Art of Indian Sweets” has been well praised, so she is currently working on several more. She can be via e-mail or at her website here, or facebook here

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