When I bloom, I am Krishna;

When I bloom, I am Krishna;
As a seed I am Collective Consciousness.

When I am dark, I absorb all
When I shine, I reflect…

When I am a child, I kick, lick and prank;
When I am with friends, I dance, lift and be frank.

When I am with eternal Radha, melodies flow from the flautist in me;
When I am with eternal Gita, messages for mankind flow from the flagger in me.

As a Kid, as a King
As a Friend, as an Advisor
As a Lover, as a Husband
As a Warrior, as a Charioteer
As a Peace maker, as a Negotiator
As an apostle, as an Architect
As a Resort to a Renunciate;
I simply establish Dharma;
In this act, Joy or suffering is according to ones own Karma…

Evolution is my play
Universe is my arena
Love, my nature…

Disc of Time and amazing Mace, as my tools for life preservation;
Maze of Maya, my game for retribution…

I am not just an Avtar of a bygone Yuga;
I am in Avtar in every soul with me in Yoga.

When I bloom, I am Krishna;
As a seed I am Collective Consciousness.