Guest guest Posted June 28, 2001 Report Share Posted June 28, 2001 Dear Divine Siblings, It's been so QUIET that I would like to offer and suggest the following - How about writing your very secret desires as related to Amma? I'll start one - If I had my way - I would like to give up my present job and work full-time for Amma. (Of course Amma says that all work, if done selflessly, can be offered to Her and that all work IS Her's!) But, still, I would like to be able to do the following: 1) Tour with Swami Ramakrishna to South America. Help him arrange pujas, cook and sing along with the group. 2) Stay at home and be CONSISTENT with the translation of the Bhagavatham (which alas has been put on the back burner, despite repeated admonitions from Swami Paramatmanandaji!) 3) Practice music and start a choir group. 4) Have satsangh every week and cook for devotees. 5) Have Swamis stay over for a couple of weeks and be able to serve them. 6) Spend at least six months in Vallikau. Alas! We can but dream! In the meantime, I have to work at the University and bring back a paycheck to take care of the bills! The devotees, who are right now with Amma in Santa Fe are so blissed out that no one even thinks of coming near a computer to give us an update! Sri Ramakrishna Paramhamsa was right in saying that one can only make sounds so long as one is not realized. (These lucky souls, even if not self- realized, are like busy bees drinking the nectar. They have no time for their poor siblings, who are sitting with parched throats in this dry desert of Amma-lessness (in the physical sense!) We attempt a feeble cry "Water! Water!" But who is listening? They are making merry. This reminds me of the Raslila - when the first strains of the flute wafted over the jasmine-scented air in Brindavan, all the Gopis left whatever they were doing and raced toward the forest - maddened by the haunting tune, which beckoned them. Their steps were unsteady and they looked drunk, stupefied, and insane. They had no time to even alert their friends. They simply ran, leaving the churning stick in the earthen pot, a suckling infant, a husband waiting impatiently for dinner, a stern mother-in-law, children clamoring for something or the other and hundred other chores. But one Gopi - a luckless, forlorn Gopi was left behind. Her cruel husband locked her inside a room and sternly forbade her to step out in this moonlit night. She cried, pleaded and banged on the door, but to no avail. In sheer desperation, her soul flew swifter than her body could have - to the lotus feet of the Blue Boy of Blessed Brindavan - to His enchanting melody - to rest in the sandal-wood and kasturi smeared chest. (Alas! My heart is made of stone. It does not have the capacity to love. It knows not the deep anguish of this Gopi, otherwise, it too would have torn asunder this physical cage and flown off to rest at the Holy Feet, where all Universes converge.) Jai Ma! Chandrika Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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