Jagat

śrīmad-vṛndāṭavi mama hṛdi sphorayātma-svarūpam atyāścarya-prakṛti paramānanda-vidyā-rahasyam| pūrṇa-brahmāmṛtam api hriyā vābhidhātuṁ na neti brūte yatropaniṣada ihātratyā vārtā kutastyā || O Vrindavan! Land of wondrous nature! Reveal your true essence to my heart, with all its esoteric secrets, the spells that lead to supreme bliss.   The Upanishads themselves are too shy to describe the full nectar of Brahman, and so say, “but not this, not this!” So what hope have we to tell who or what you are? Commentary As Prabodhananda embarks on the journey -- a lifelong commitment to glorifying Vrindavan until his dying day -- he continues to reflects on the nature of his task. How can a mere mortal limited by time and space, bodily consciousness and conditioning, enter into this inconceivable transcendental realm of God's own abode? The only recourse is to beg for the Dham's mercy itself. As Prabodhananda wrote in one of the concluding verses of the  Sudh...