Dreaming of Krishna

I dream of Krishna

In Finland (of all Lands)
I sat in an open stadium,
The kind the Vikings used,
A lot of booze and shouts
Waiting for the game.

With a bottle of champagne I run around,
Looking for a spot,
The stadium was filled chokablock,
No space to stand let alone sit
All the others not exactly small-sized blokes

I fell pulled to one individual
I desperately wanted him to try my drink
“Try the wine, it`s really good, I tell him, really good”
He replies, ‘Ah you got to tell me the name someday’
‘You better get a seat, tough to find one in this place’

Then a rumor circulates like wild fire
The stadium next door had some great result,
Something great happening
Suddenly everyone leaves
All now empty, lots of space available, but that one bloke with whom I shared my drink, Stays !

He sits back, totally oblivious to the Hulchul
Sits quietly without a care in the world
Now there are only two of us
Him and Me in an empty stadium

The dream ends. No time to talk

Life is a game. All that you see in front of you is a mirage
What is left at the end of the match is the eternal soul
All dies off, the noise, the cars, the houses, your ego
What remains is the supreme soul in you
At the very end, he only is what matters
You think he is also ephemeral, which is why you keep wanting him to drink the wine of Your life
He tastes it but it does not affect him. The supreme in all men is imperishable, undying
Unmoved by events
I guess he waits backs and them one glorious day
Decides to take over a new body a new game a new form
Then another match begins, the stadium gets filled again, the ephemereal starts to fill the empty seats….

A new game begins. A never ending cycle…life and death