How am I to know the Gita,
As it was intended,
By the sages of the ages
When the song was newly born?
Shall I study open minded?
Can I learn the prayer?
Should I read between the lines
The words that aren’t there?
The words confuse me.
The meanings elude me.
I am from another time
And it’s hard to know the Gita’s line.
What do I know of Krsna’s time
When all my time is in a line?
Past and present; then comes future
Easy to define
But then comes Krsna:
He’s always out of line.
What is this,
This way of seeing,
I am that; I am not separate.
I’m merely the occasion
For what Krsna has in store.
There’s the Secret, Sovereign Secret
Of the Gita’s lore.
— Krystina Wund
