✿ « ҉ »•*✿*.• ○°★ The Letter Home!

                                                           
                                                             Simla, H.P., India
                                                                May 3,1970                                                                    

   'O Mother! Know this to be true of the world now,

that there is a man of God here, his age is infinite,

though they say 90! Ah! But so sharp witted!!

He answers my thought waves, in Truth.

There is a spiritual feeling as if floating in joy

to be in his presence' . . .'the spirit of joy was so high

everyone felt it. Great white Santji gave me a big hug,

slapped my cheek, and said surely I was an angel!'...

   'Don't worry or even think about the visa now,                         

the saints are helping me.

                                                Yours with Love.

ღ Bhava of Govinda das ۩۞۩ڰۣღ

 Oh, Madhava! How shall I tell you of my terror?

I could not describe my coming here

      if I had a million tongues!

When I left my room and saw the darkness, I trembled:
   
 I could not see the path,

     there were snakes that writhed around my ankles!

I was alone a woman; the night was so dark,
     
    the forest so dense and gloomy,

       and I had so far to go!

The rain was pouring down ~

     which path should I take?

My feet were muddy and burning

     where thorns had scratched them.

But, I had the hope of seeing you,

     none of it mattered!

     ...and now my terror seems far away.

When the sound of your flute reaches my ears,

   it compels me to leave my home, my friends.

It draws me into the dark towards you.

I no longer count the pain of coming here!

                                                          ๑۩۞۩๑இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ

                              ... says Govinda das.


                                                                  ๑۩۞۩๑இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ

Bhava of Vidyapati ๑۩۞۩๑இڰۣღ

My friend, I cannot answer when you ask me

   to explain what has befallen me.

Love is transformed, renewed, each moment.

He has dwelt in my eyes all the days of my life,

  yet I am not sated with seeing.

My ears have heard his sweet voice in eternity,

  and yet it is always new to them.

How many honeyed nights have I passed with him

  in love's bliss, yet my body wonders at his.

Through all the ages he has yet clasped to my breast,

  yet my desire never abates.

I have seen subtle people sunk in passion,

  but none came so close to the heart of the fire.

Who shall be found to cool your heart? says Vidyapati!


                                                         ๑۩۞۩๑இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ