Jagat

Of late I have been doing most of my writing over on Vrindavan Today , where I have been attempting to post a daily verse with commentary on the Vṛndāvana-mahimāmṛta . The day before yesterday I commented on the following verse : rājyaṁ niṣkaṇṭakam api parityajya divyāś ca rāmāḥ kāmān sarvān api ca vihitāṁs tikta-tiktān vidantaḥ | hitvā vidyā-kula-dhana-janādyābhimānaṁ praviṣṭā ye śrī-vṛndā-vipinam apunar-nirgamāṁs tān namāmaḥ || To those who have entered Vrindavan never to leave, rejecting a kingdom without enemies, along with beautiful women and all desires and duties, thinking them to be most bitter, and who have renounced their learning, noble birth, wealth, and fame to do so, we offer our respectful obeisances. ( VMA 1.76 ) Anyone familiar with my blog is aware that I have spoken extensively about gender issues, in the firm belief that Radha and Krishna is a Truth that represents the supreme ideal of human love. In response to what I wrote on VT, a woman of a feminist pe...

What I really like about Sahajiyaism, I guess, is its romanticism. Image of her whom I love, more than she, whose fair impression in my faithful heart, Makes me her medal, and makes her love me, As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart The value: go, and take my heart from hence, Which now is grown too great and good for me: Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see. When you are gone, and reason gone with you, Then fantasy is queen and soul, and all; She can present joys meaner than you do, Convenient, and more proportional. So, if I dream I have you, I have you, For, all our joys are but fantastical. And so I ’scape the pain, for pain is true; And sleep which locks up sense, doth lock out all. After a such fruition I shall wake, And, but the waking, nothing shall repent; And shall to love more thankful sonnets make, Than if more honour, tears, and pains were spent. But dearest heart, and dearer image, stay; Alas, true joys at b...