...the other...

Nityananada! Gauranga! Hare Krsna!

Dear Lord, a fragment of love for you has appeared within. Why? Because I have glimpsed of your great love, and caring hand - doing a great work in the life of 'the other'. Thank you!

Swami Gaurangapada has posted sweet realizations in the last few days...we should always consider the 'other' and speak kind words. When we see the 'others joy' our life is complete (day by day). Jaya Sri Sri Radha-Krsna!

Our God is an awesome (beautiful) God. The field is the cultivation of the heart.



Rich Mullins is one of my favorite people (musicians), he left his body some years ago. Gurudeva is right, we need to saturate our souls and minds, with wholesome things...and the miracle is - music and the Holy Name, that all creation sings...

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob's stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob's stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer

And the single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant's wings
And there's fury in a pheasant's wings
It tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith
That can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I've seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever 'til you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope

The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song
Not sung in vain
And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
(by Rich mullins)

aspiring...Nava Gauranga dasa.

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