Sacred Romance


The bhakta literally wants to live in a world of poetry. Goloka… where every step is a dance and every word is a song, a poem. Where every drama is a musical comedy. And where the meeting point at every point is spiritual union in love.






January 25, 2015

The bhakta literally wants to live in a world of poetry. Goloka… where every step is a dance and every word is a song, a poem. Where every drama is a musical comedy. And where the meeting point at every point is spiritual union in love.

The only way to know it is not our imagination? It is not imagination at all, or at least it is the proper use of imagination. It is real because we see the story, and we taste the rasa, and the rasa is real. Now, we have a choice, or sometimes we don't... god puts us in a variety of situations according to our karma to live through a particular drama... or comedy.

The Gods we choose or reject are strongly connected to the drama we choose. The play itself becomes our God because we crave rasa. And of all the rasas, we crave madhura most of all. If we worship Radha and Krishna, it means we worship the Sacred Romance. That is actually real, whether it manifests externally or remains in the realm of the imagination.

The spiritual world is ultimately your own inner world. Conceive of it as a place where love rules. When your mind has been transformed by that vision, you will be ready for love.



When I first became a devotee and disciple of Srila Prabhupada, it was the Sanskrit citations that impressed and attracted me. So I immediately started on that road, of being a Sanskrit quote machine. There are so many like that. Eventually I stopped, probably when I went to university. Where a quote only shows what someone thinks, not necessarily what "is." Nowadays, I found myself somewhat indifferent to shastra as such. It is what someone thought. That thought might be true, or false, properly or improperly understood. 

Comments

Prem Prakash said…
Studying the shastras in Sanskrit, one finds many translations biased by the writer. This is, perhaps, to be expected. One also finds interpretations at odds with one another. Probably also to be expected. Imagine the gopis going through the dark forest in search of Krishna and his rasa dance. They had no scriptures to lead them, no maps to guide them, not previously worn path, only their yearning and the subtle sounds of His flute as they could hear.

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