Poetry

Dance Through the City of My Soul

–by Acyuta Gopi

Oh my Lord of golden limbs
Raised hands
And love drunk eyes,
Cause a revolution
In my heart!
Strike down the barriers
Of my judgmental mind
Break down the doors
Of my selfish defenses
And overturn
The tyrannical reign
Of my tormented ego.
I have been under the rule
Of my desires
For far too long.
I’m afraid
I won’t be able to break ties
With my dysfunctional mind
Which seems to govern all I do.
But with Your swaying movements
Your sweet voice
And Your weapon of Kirtan
I know that You can do
The impossible.
You can dance through the city
Of my soul
And free me from myself
Until my rebellious mind
My unsteady nature
My entire self
Moves to Your will
Alone.
Lead me.
Rule me.
Govern all that I do
With Your infallible Love.


“For as long as I can remember, Kirtan or the Bhakti Yoga practice of mantra meditation through music has been the focus of my life. The art of writing soon took up residence in the spaces of my heart not occupied by music, and the transformative power of prayer soon followed suit. With the blessings of my family and my teachers, I have had the amazing fortune to travel the world singing, writing, and witnessing those heart transformations that I love so much, first hand. I can honestly say that conducting workshops, classes and seminars on kirtan has absolutely changed my life for the better, and I can’t think of a better way to live.  Now along with my family, I’ve focused my efforts on the NYC community and pouring my heart into the beautiful practices of Kirtan, writing, and the incredibly transformative tradition of Bhakti Yoga.” — Acyuta Gopi