Poem for Radha that she may be comforted:
It is inevitable. The heart-break. You don't own me. I don't own me.
I am owned by another you can't see. My owner is very difficult to understand.
He is a master at heart-break. He loves and leaves.
But what can I do? I have tried to ignore His demands with no success.
He lets me loose for some time and I feel I am free of Him
Then He blocks my way insisting I ignore everyone but Him.
No one understands my situation. They blame me for His callous behavior.
Wanting explanations. If I say anything about it they think I am crazy.
But this is the case. I am forced to act in these embarrassing ways.
He is so jealous. Standing before me with that playful smile and deep clear eyes.
His body glows in the sheer delight of existence. He is so radiant.
But He mocks me and plots how to get me into even more trouble.
You rascal. Now you have made that I am alone again.
You enjoy that. Seeing me in despair. As if that isn't bad enough
even You disappear. You have made everyone else go away and now even You go away.
But You have done this so many times. Now I am wise to Your tricks.
Go away. I don't even care anymore. I know You will be back to torture me.
Apparently You don't have anything else to do except disturb people with your tricks.
You know I can't bear to live for even a moment without seeing You.
Light of my life. Light of all life. Light of all creation.
But I am not going to say anything more about you. Who will believe me?
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Amazing poem good work
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STOPI'm stuck on the platform of the "dark night of the soul"- to me, it's just dark. When my mind numbs enough from despair, I can fool myself that I'm experiencing joy chanting the Holy Name.
Ecstatic association is the missing link. Love of God is like a disease. It spreads by contact.
I have the ultimate privilege of opportunity to associate as closely as I want with HH Varsana and Jaya Murari Swamis- but I'm not even a clod of dirt beneath their lotus feet, and my heart must be stone that it's not constantly melted in ecstasy just to see them, let alone hear their transcendant wisdom.
Or it may be that they are not actually absorbed in the ecstatic mellows of love of Godhead with their hearts melting and tears in their eyes which is really the only thing that can melt another's heart.
Nope- it's my failing.
Because I can SEE their absorption in the Holy Name and effulgence, Their tears of separation are unbearable to me.