MORE TEARS AT YOUR LOTUS FEET





Drowning in the turbulent waves of bhava-sagara, smashed against the rocks along the shore of mayavada lifetime after lifetime, pulled down again and again in the treacherous whirlpools of stri sanga, no way to get out, no help in sight, lost in the jungle of ‘neti neti’. Then from nowhere, I heard some magical singing, “Munindra vrnda vandite. . .” “O my God! What’s that? Who’s singing? What’s that song? It’s so beautiful. Where’s it coming from?” All of a sudden I found myself in a sheltered harbor, floating in the peaceful lagoon of your blue lotus eyes.



O sweet master of my life

Daily at your lotus feet one tear, one tear



You pulled me onto solid ground and there I was, face to face with the Moon of Mathura. You smiled and bathed me with the soothing moonrays of your mercy. Your inviting blue eyes reflecting the whole vast Spiritual Sky. Your lustrous golden aura emanating direct from Srimati Radhika’s anga kanti. Your wirey eyebrows joyfully dancing in harinama sankirtana. Gaura Vani pouring out of every pore of your body. All opulences and siddhis flowing from your fingertips and dancing at your feet. You—the goddess of fortune bestowing the real wealth of Braja bhakti.



O sweet master of my life

Daily at your lotus feet one tear, one tear



I looked into those blue eyes and lo and behold! I saw the whole spiritual realm in the sky of those eyes and in the center, in the pupil, was the path to Vrindavan. And on the path I saw Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu with the whole Panca Tattva and thousands and thousands of associates, all joyfully singing the maha mantra and dancing in great bliss, inviting everyone to join them on their Magical Mystery Tour—the straight and narrow path back to Godhead. All this I saw in those blue eyes.



O sweet master of my life

Daily at your lotus feet one tear, one tear



And then you whispered the diksa mantras in my ear, transmitting the bewitching sound of Krsna’s vamsi directly into my heart, inviting me to enter that most confidential sacred place, the kunjas of Vrndavana, to eternally serve Radha-Krsna Yugala Kishora in great bliss as a beautiful teeny-aged gopi.



O sweet master of my life

Daily at your lotus feet one tear, one tear





“Gurueva, my heart is like a dense, dark jungle.” “No harm, Bethi, still we will find the path to Vrindavana.”

“Gurudeva, you sent me a test and I failed. I got so angry again.” “Never mind, Bethi. Just get up and keep on going.”



O sweet master of my life

Daily at your lotus feet one tear, one tear



Try to follow my instructions. I want you to be pure, my dear children, and be rid of all ignorance. I want to put you in the fire and then with a hammer, I want to hammer you to make you pure. If you are willing to undergo this, then come to me as a disciple. Otherwise, you should be very, very far away from me.



There is no need of going to any impersonalist university. We should only go to the school of Gaura Kisora dasa Babaji Maharaja and to the university of Haridasa Thakura . That is enough! Krsna can give us anything in this world. We have seen Valmiki. He had faith in Krsna’s names, and his life was miraculously transformed.



O sweet master of my life

Daily at your lotus feet one tear, one tear

-Vicitra Dasi