Oh Lord Krishna! The most attractive one!

Oh Lord Krishna!

The most attractive one!

Narahari illustrates beautiful stories

Bodasara narrates the Advaita glories

Ignorance dispelled by the Guru

The joyful Rāsa-līlā in the view

Thoughts in the head are the Gopikās

Dancing around with no purpose

'I' is the Krishna who lights them up

Understood by Zooming in closeup

Scarcity mentality make the joy disappear

Fullness is felt with freedom cheer

Free of guilt, hurt, anger and fear

Keep living 'As though' with near and dear

Pūtanā, a cunning and terrifying character

Was killed and freed from the impurities

Asura is no one but a devotee gone wrong

And will be blessed with a desire to change

May the inner enemies be killed

May one know the 'I' to be fulfilled

Krishna dances on the Kaliya snake

Only to show that 'time ' is fake

Let the vulnerable surrender to the truth

May the fearless 'I' embrace even death

Krishna the 'I' can explode the delusion

Never his devotees remain in confusion

May the devotees ingest scriptures

Graze like sinless cows in the fields

The desires of alligator catch by chance

Let the 'I' release the bite, just with a glance

Let the ahankāra Kaṃsa be destroyed

Let the limitless 'I' be relished

The existence, the knowledge, the limitless

May that 'I' be the most attractive one !

Oh Lord Krishna!

The most attractive one!

Pictures - www.srimadbhagavatam.org

Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji class Bodasāra -Jan 7 2022

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