Whispers - a longing for the bird song!

Nityananda! Gauranga! Hare Krsna!

I was sitting in the public library today seeing within my heart the form of Yoghurt Thief-Krishna.Tender soft skin, soft black eyes.... longing!. Where do we find Krishna in this material manifestation, all attempts to seek love on that platform fall short of hwat the heart years for....longing. But the essence of every person who walks by is nothing but Krishna. Love is silent, watches... and whispers, and waits...

Madhurya Kadambini ... seventh shower of nectar...

"...Tears streaking down his cheeks, such a devotee begs for the Vaisnava's mercy. He eagerly awaits to hear their nectarean instructions and stays in their company for a week or so, filled with happiness, basking under the compassionate glances and always looking for opportunities to serve them to their full satisfaction.
...On one occasion he accompanies a devotee for a walk in the woody glades. Upon seeing a herd of black antelopes he thinks, 'If Lord Krishna is truly merciful to me then those antelopes will approach me without fear, knowing me to be harmless, or else they will simply disappear into the woods.' How birds, beasts, and other natural phenomena react to him he also interprets either as Krishna's mercy or His chastisement.'

The pain of realizing one cannot remember Krishna constantly breaks the heart... the heart is supposed to be un-burnable, un-moistable, un-changing! Then why this contradiction to scripture... the heart is vulnerable! What is that potency that transforms the incorruptible!

Whispers

By Neil (Nava Gauranga dasa)

(Easter Saturday 22nd March 2008)

He called out to me....
but I could not see.
Then a cool breeze touched my cheeks.

He looked at me...
but I could not feel.
Then the midday sun warmed my skin.

He touched me...
but I could not hold such tenderness.
Then the songbirds song filled the air!

Oh the birds taught me!

Then my heart burst open...
and madness set upon me.
The moon, the flower, the star...shone brightly.
And I saw Him!

We were One!

What was that fear, that kept me from hearing?
That kept me from feeling His patient gaze?
From feeling the tenderness of touch?

Such is the way of Love. He called in whispers!

Almost silent...except for song!
The bird song opened me!



This poem is about all of us.
Birds speak to me, watch me, and sing to me often.

Years ago a best friend had a canary in a cage. His kids used to freak it out. He asked me what to do about the bird? Everytime anyone would go near its indoor cage it would fly about madly in fear.

I showed him what to do! I opened the cage and put my hand in, and gently stroked the canaries breast feathers. The bird showed no fear!

My friend was aghast and shocked. 'How did you do that Neil?'

I said, �Don�t  you know? I am mad! And I don�t really know.�

That was twelve years ago. Most of my friends have moved on. God I miss them. I wonder if they know.

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