Jagat

I am on my way to Vrindavan after two months in Gauda Mandal Bhumi. Currently in Kolkata waiting for my train. Liminal is the word that best describes my "in-between" state of mind. There is something about the interplay of Gaura and Krishna lila that is unique to our sampradaya, another of those mysteries that life and bhajan are full of. I see that this post was originally made exactly a year ago day before yesterday. unmatta-prāya-vācaḥ parimūṣita-dhiyo māyayānartha-bījaṁ svārthaṁ matvā kṛtārthā atha na sukha-vivekādayo grāhya-vācaḥ | svīyāḥ sarve jighāṁsanty ahaha bahu-mṛṣā sneha-pāśair nibadhya śrī-vṛndāraṇya yāyām aham ahita-samājāt kadā nisṛtas tvām ||1.87|| Alas, my own family and friends all want to kill me by binding me in the ropes of affection, all of which are completely false. Their intelligence has been stolen by illusion, and they speak almost like madmen. They take the seeds of unwanted sufferings as their true self-interest, thinkin...