Time will tell the world that never has there been and never will there be One who gave as much as you To set all jivas free. Time will carve your image in the hearts of generations; it was you who gave the answers How to free ourselves from death As the Lord’s eternal dancers.
Srila Prabhupada, We haven’t met . . . yet, Or at least not on this plane, For you have gone on to be with Krsna. I remain yet in illusion.
We are servants sitting in the court of the Supreme. We are here! Jagganath is worshippable Krishna—and we are here! All Glories to Jagganath’s kindness! All Glories to our Spiritual Master, whose mercy has placed us at Your Lotus Feet, liberated and joyful!
If you practice in dream that you are chanting Hare Krishna you are dancing in the temple you are seeing Lord Jagganath you are seeing Krishna you are talking with Swamiji or your friends, it is simply practice.
The neophyte devotee has no capacity to approach the Absolute Personality of Godhead. By submissively serving the bona fide spiritual master who is a bridge between the Lord and the neophyte, he is automatically fixed up into the transcendental service of the Lord.
O Dear Gopis! O purest of the Pure So dear to Krishna, Who can help you look for Him, When suddenly He leaves The Sacred Rasa Dance, Black Cloud adorned with lightning, Disappearing in the dark Tangled wood.
This Lord Krishna Blackish, plump Standing on the shoulders of His pals, His two hands around the covered bowl of butter hanging on ropes from the ceiling, has stolen my understanding.
Have I ever smelled the air so pure as on this night? So clear, so soft, so fragrant… Ah, but I must wash some dishes for Krishna… In that small task all the wonders of this night are revealed to me. I am so fortunate to be washing Krishna’s dishes…
I offer my respects unto the Lotus Feet of my Spiritual Master, Who is Always thinking of what He can Do in service of His Dearmost Friend Krishna and never wanting Anything in return.
When we go chanting Hare Krishna outdoors, under the blue sky, with drums and cymbals through the streets, who can measure the essence of that?
Swamiji says You always wear A peacock feather In Thy Hair And that Thy Feet And colored red And leave a lotus Where’er You tread
When we were chanting Hare Krishna My pleasure was so great I was afraid lest I be swept to heaven and given a chariot ride down the length of the rainbow.