“Entering
the
metro:
The
bright lights
of
the car
burns
at
the fabric of
crouching
nights
veil,
slanted
eyes.”
A
sparse
crowd
huddled
before
phones,
ears
plugged
with
mundane
vibrations,
or
games.
I
become shy,
even
before this
oblivious
gathering
of
covered
souls.
Ignore
mental
conditions,
just
write
for
the pleasure of
guru
and Gauranga!
This,
then,
are
my crow's signs,
recorded
secluded
in
the grove of
a
backpack's shade.
There
is a topic
on
my mind,
and
has been,
lately.
How
to reinvest in
devotional
service?
I
feel that
in
many ways
this
is the essence.
This
is the
positive
mood
of
the devotees.
To
grasp the
moment,
and
take a chance
on
mercy,
and
contribute something from the heart into the assocoation of the
assembled Vaishnavas; to make them feel at home; to relieve them in
times of distress or burden; to voulanteer, in service, an effort to
help facilitate for the ongoing sankirtan mission of
chanting,
speaking,
and
more than
anything,
living
the
lifestyle of
inspiring
others in
commitment
on behalf
of
Srila Prabhupada.
He
has empowered
any
sincere follower
to
become
a
spiritual master,
and
lead fellow souls
to
the lotus feet
of
Sri Krishna.
This
investement
then,
is
worth considering,
is
worth engagment
of
energy and
soft
consideration.
Challanges?
Are
you kidding?!
Take
a look at
the
situation of
material
life.
To
fight the
right
cause
you
need courage,
and
a benevolent
support
structure,
the
Vaishnavas.
I
am again
reminded:
“Do
not
take
for granted
their
association.
Lessons
are to
be
learned
in
sadhu's sanga.”
It
is a fact
of
life.
The
destiny of
any
given person
is
known by
Lord
Gauranga alone,
with
His associates.
This
truth,
for
sure,
commands
an
emense power
of
rock solid
welcoming
honesty.
That
thing,
known
as
love,
is
a truely
rare
gift,
in
the specturm
of
time,
and
to pass up
such
an opertunity
is
certainly
bedazzingly
foolish,
if
not
heart
rendering cruelty,
against
Persons of
mind
blowing
generousity.