Fleeing afar, seeking my way out... seeking the wonder-land of God —
The abode where the greatest of beings, the lover of the countless beauties, his mistresses, dwells;
The land laden with desire-trees, where the ground is made of divine touch-stones;
Where the water flows nectarine, where the chatter is all a charming song and every step a dance;
And where the flute is his beloved companion, in the abode where the splendor of spiritual joy is relished as all-permeating...
People with fresh and spotless hearts, full of joy divine.People such as those on this video —
(Colors start flying at about 8:30 minutes...)
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Silence! Serene kirtan with feeling. Ragas. Sounds of nature unrecorded. Recitations.
Lokavat tu lila-kaivalyam. Iti.
If by random occurrence I meet a TV one day, I may watch a random program for no reason at all.
Works that convey tangible meaning. Among old classics, Upanishads and the Bhagavata. Among medieval works, the works of Sri Chaitanya's followers are eminent. Contemporary authors are too many to mention.
Who were what they were, within and without, now and ever. Who walked their talk and made a difference to themselves, if not to others. Yes, and the silent, humble sages who were content in themselves.