in a simple ecstasy of love

May 22, 2002

There was a young lawyer from North India. He was a passionate lover of the

Divine Child of Brindavan, athirst for heart-food and longing for some human

soul to worship as a form of the Lord of Love. We slept next to each other

under the stars, and talked nightly for hours of Mira and her Divine Spouse.

This friend stayed in the Ashram restlessly for about two weeks. Each evening

he told me he would go away next day, he had nothing to do with Advaita or

with this cold lifeless statue on the sofa. I only told him he had come so far,

he should wait a little longer. At last I failed to keep him there any more.

He told me he was off that night, to go straight to Brindavan and there merge

himself, if he could, in his Girihari Krishna.

He bought some fruit for his farewell offering. Bhagavan was just going in

for supper when this friend came up with his bag of oranges. Bhagavan stood

and waited for him. He did not speak. His body was thrilled through and

through. He ran and fell on Bhagavan's feet in a simple ecstasy of love, tears

flowing from his eyes. The oranges rolled here and there unnoticed. Bhagavan

stood

silently. The friend got up with difficulty and stood there trembling. He

could not speak the words of leave-taking. Bhagavan made a little gesture, with

a smile and very gently said, "Sari... Po!" I had almost to bundle that

friend into his waiting jutka and send him off without a word. He had seen his

Lord, in a flash, and he left us in a daze of joy and emotion.

I think he never returned to the Ashram, but I have never forgotten that

scene. Even now the memory thrills me. Yes, Bhagavan can suddenly appear to us

as the Beloved of our heart, even when we have dreamt that he would work such

a miracle for us.

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Duncan Grennless: What I Saw in Sri Bhagavan

in: Golden Jubilee Sourvenir 1896-1946

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