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Maharaas:
It was an Autumn full moon night, Sharad Purnima. The warmth of the air
mingled with the cool night, just right. Late into the night the moon shone, in
the silence the ripples of the river Yamuna, moonlight shimmering. The toads
croaked and crickets chirped. Then walked onto the green grass light blue feet,
with anklets, and the most graceful gait, there He was - Sri Krishn! With
large, deep, seductive eyes, that take you into trance, and a half smile, His
face of transcendental peace. Then he lifts the flute to his lips and crosses
his right leg over the left. As He started filling Prana into the flute, everything
became alive. The notes flowed out of his flute, and nature felt silent to
listen, the toads and crickets became quiet. A gentle wind came to greet Him,
carrying the scent of the Kambha flowers, filling the garden of love with
divine incense. The flowers seem to open as though in bliss, and branches dance
to the rhythm of Murari’s flute. As the notes of his flute carried to the Gopis’
ears, they sensed the divine melody and as though in rapture, froze where they
were. Following the flow of the music, they were drawn to Him, leaving their
homes and fastened to the source. In the Kadamba garden of Nidhi kunj He was
waiting for them, gleaming in the moonlight, in the dark night His blue skin,
sparkling ornaments, and bright yellow silk dhoti. Seeing Him such, and
that intoxicating flute, their minds where entranced, a most beautiful moment.
The grove looked decorated with flowers and filled with sweet scent. He looked
at them, smiled and then led them into a dance, the Raas Lila, the divine dance
of duality, of consciousness with creation!
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It takes one to know one!
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