The moon is full,
The night is quite.

We are sitting in circle

In The Rooftop Temple
of Lord's Nitai-Gaur

In the land called,

Where angels fall.

Like a sail

Sailing in Pastel Ocean,

We are cruising in time;

Singing, chanting, dancing,

Playing accompaniments

 Of musical instruments;
While drinking

And intoxicated by

The sweet nectar 
of the Holy Names 
...of Love.

As if time doesn’t exist,

As if the world is not moving.

Tonight we have no cares,

Tonight nothing matters,

Tonight the fearful shadow

Of the serpent of death 
has no fangs.

Tonight, at the 
second Sunday of 2012.