Day: March 11, 2025

Saw a sign, Free Krishna Feast With The Hare Krishnas

Didn’t care for their movement, the Hindu trappings, the way they dressed, the continuous chanting in the streets, selling incense in airports, a bit much though the chanting effective. It worked.

A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, founder of the movement, real deal holy man, seemed to live a pristine holy life.

Attended the dinner with three seeker friends, like me back then always interested in various approaches to the Absolute.

Appreciated the devotees – good people, fun to hang with, impressively devoted to their spiritual path.

But …

Krishna fundamentalism served up first and second course, the actual food exotic, holy, tasty treats.

If not with Krishna, wrong way, off course highway to nowhere.

Only way, correct way, true destination – Krishnaloka Heaven.

Then a Krishna devotional ceremony, well done, sacred.

Devotees precise, scrupulously respectful in their practice, the atmosphere reverberating with their chants, myself and my friends lit up with bliss.

After the chants and the highs, one of my friends vanished for awhile, where he went I didn’t know.

He returned with one of the Krishnas, two white tilaka marks painted on his forehead. Damn!

They got him! Like a scene from the movie The Body Snatchers. But my friend smiled, and I knew he was just going with the experience, entertained by it, having fun. Inwardly, I laughed.

Thanked the cordial Krishna hosts, bid them goodbye, walked into a warm Cambridge, Mass evening enriched from insightful and enjoyable dinner, our souls unsnatched.

Bob Boyd

Demonized in movies
Omens of Evil
Big loud birds
Pests to some
Scary to others
Raiders of nests
But I love crows
Love the raven black color
Love the piercing caws
Love the high intelligence
Love watching the flocks
Gliding in the skies.

Bob Boyd

Pounding drums
Songful chants
Sacred circle
Sacred fire
Swirling dancers
Whirling tassels
Headdresses
Feathered
Most noble
Traditional
Native
American
Dancers
Powwow

Bob Boyd

He saw her photo in the news
just twenty-two and dead
in an auto accident.
Something about her
attracted him to her,
even though she was dead.

He found the location of her grave,
brought a bouquet of flowers
he placed there tenderly.

He felt compelled to keep visiting her.
He had a crazy infatuation that
was impossible to go anywhere.
Thoughts about her were always on his mind,
and he wondered if he was going a little crazy
with his feelings for her that kept
growing stronger and stronger as he kept
visiting her gravesite and talking to her
in his head, hoping somehow his thoughts
would reach her heart in the afterlife.

Two months later, surprisingly,
she began appearing in his dreams
smiling and looking more beautiful than
her photo in the news.

Every night became a dream date
with kisses and hugs he could feel
that were more real than the
happenings in his day to day life.

Now he knows for sure
he’ll be with her when he dies

Bob Boyd

Now that I’m old, people only see a hag.
To them I’m just an annoying old nobody
when I take too long at the store checkouts.
I have become as irrelevant as a old broken bell,
a worn out, decrepit crone with no history.

But in my youth I had a wonderful full life
when I was beautiful and a theater actress
who performed in America and Europe.
I spoke French, Italian, and Spanish fluently
and climbed to the top of the Alps once.

I married a famous artist who was the love of my life.
We traveled all over the world and met famous people.
We lived in a villa in Italy and a chalet in France.
I read novels in three languages and wrote one myself.
My husband died while climbing the Alps. I almost did too.

But now I’m just an old throw away hag that people ignore,
an ancient wrinkled woman nobody cares about,
just a blank old body without a hint of a rich history,
an old gray-haired ancient relic that hobbles on a cane.
But I don’t give a damn. I lived a full life, and I have my memories.

Bob Boyd

If you’re ever in a forest and
hear birds and insects suddenly
go quiet, get the hell out of there.

Bad things may be about to happen.
Danger may be approaching,
and your life might be in peril.
You could become a 411 or
never live to see this world again.

Though I’ve read this about the
real or unreal cryptids, and to me
the scene portends some danger,
and were I in a forest and it went
quiet, I’d damn sure feel fear.

At the least, maybe a dangerous
animal like a bear could have
entered the forest and scared
everything in it to silence and fear
because all the living things know
there’s imminent danger there.

And If you ever go into a forest,
based on everything I’ve read
and heard, I’d suggest you
never go into a forest or even
hiking alone and unprotected.
Things that only happen to
others could happen to you.

Bob Boyd

I see this woman in a dream last night
who was a social worker in a nonprofit
that helped the elderly where I worked
before I retired a year ago.

She’s extremely attractive, in her sixties,
and looks remarkably young and
is intelligent and can be philosophical
when it comes to talking about
spirituality, the paranormal, and NDEs,
and she was a great social worker
which I liked about her.

Despite her attractiveness,
more attractive than most women,
and her depth, and her caring for clients
which I liked more than her compelling looks,
I found her annoying at times and
had no romantic interest in her.

In the dream I see her coming towards me
from across a street, and somehow I think
I can make myself invisible to her
because I suspect she will be annoying
and I don’t want to talk to her.

Then, and I don’t know how,
I’m lying down somewhere and
she’s affectionately kissing the
bottom of my shin on my left leg
and telling me her father needs
to go into an assisted living facility.

And though my feelings are not erotic,
and her kisses don’t seem erotic either,
I’m kind of liking the peaceful feeling
she is given me, and I nonchalantly
say to her that her father would have
some socialization were he in
an assisted living facility and maybe
find romance with a woman there.
I say that because somehow I know
he lives alone and is lonely and
having trouble taking care of himself
and feels the need for romance in his life.

I wake up after that wondering
how the hell did that woman
get into my dreams, lol. And I
start to wonder if sometimes when
a person sees someone in a dream
if the person they see is having
a similar dream and seeing them too.

And though my dream of that woman
was surprisingly pleasant, I hope I
don’t see her in anymore dreams.
And I can’t figure out why I would
have a dream with her in it because
I hadn’t thought of her since I retired.

I have had two dreams of people who
died, which I believe were more than
dreams (After Death Communications),
and I believe dreams are sometimes
more than dreams, and I hope that
bizarre dream didn’t mean she died
and was saying a final goodbye to me.

Bob Boyd

sitting on my front porch at night
gazing at the stars in the darkened sky
and wondering about adorable you.
will we be like star crossed lovers
or destined to spin away from each other
like lovelorn passing planets?
or will love bring us into each other’s orbit
and make us soulmates for an eternity?
or will we be like passing comets,
that burn out and are gone forever?
all i know for sure … is that i love you.

bob boyd

I’ve begun to appreciate backup singers
Now I really hear them
Before I just heard the lead singer

And backup singers never get the recognition
for their cool, vocal skills

And I read they are underpaid
despite all their talents,
and how they enhance songs
by blending into the music
without detracting from
the lead’s vocals.

It’s regrettable they remain
anonymous and don’t get
the credit they should receive.

Listening to David Naughton’s
Makin’ It now, I’m really
hearing and loving what
the backup singers are
adding to the ensemble
with their nice looks
and beautiful voices.

Wow!

Bob Boyd

I loved you before the Big Bang
When the universe was born
Before the planets spun in
Vast galaxies
Before the stars rose in
Night skies
And I know we are
Destined to be
Reunited soulmates
In this life
Or the next
This existence
Or the heavens

Bob Boyd