Vengeful stab at false ego's heart

Marathon time.

”You can feel it”,

A devotee said today.

“Lord Chaitanya is here.”

And so it begins..

For me

This means digging deep.

My mind has been storing

Excuses

Since spring

Or so it feels like.

(No, honestly

It has!)

Fermenting them,

In this way brewing some of the year’s

Most potent

Aversions.

“Going out with books?

Eww..

What a senseless piece of

Self-fladgulating

Waste of time?!”

Of course,

This static grating of the mind

Is pure

Nonsense.

All bogus.

Marathon time is

Nectar time!

Srila Prabhupada inaugurated it,

And to partake is seen as

A serious

Annual

Recommitment

To his cause,

Param vijayate

Sri Krishna sankirtanam!

Of course,

I don’t get so worked up

With the whole

Competitive spirit.

I’m not in shape for

Any medals,

I don’t aim for

The podium.

The stadium is for

The celebrated athletes,

Who work hard throughout

The whole year,

Who stay in shape.

I’m like the bloke

Watching footie on the tellie,

Comfortably seated at home,

Coaching from the couch.

However,

I do have my own ball.

(No, honestly,

I do!)

And

I take it out sometimes,

At least

Now and then,

I must,

So when I cheer

For my team,

From a stadium folding chair,

(not front row, in the back)

Mustering all my

Artificial

Affiliation,

Wearing the colors,

(but lacking the heart),

People will think

“Ah, he knows this game.

AND he is  humble!”