Sree Krishna, the Lord of LovePremananda Bharati, Baba
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Sree Krishna, the Lord of Love
Premananda Bharati, Baba
Krishna (Hindu deity)
Greeting to thee. My jewel! Dost thou know that I am even nearer unto
thee now? Dost thou feel the wings of thought spreading to great breadth
all within and without thee? Dost thou again feel the immensity of My
Love that passeth all that is? Dost thou feel that this Love is too
great for the world to hold, yet know that thy heart is big enough to
contain it? Dost thou know that the love which is this that now brings
the bowl of blue near to the breast of earth is the same love that
causes the cooing dove to hide its gray head under its wing at the
approaching homeward flight of its little mate, all unafraid and
undisturbed, because of its near protection? Dost thou not know it is
the same love that causes the mother to bare her warm, loving breast to
the blade to save even the little moment of pain to that being which
hath grown into a child under her breast? Dost thou not know it is that
love which causes noble manhood to stalk forth armed and bloodthirsty to
protect the altar whereon he hath burned the incense of faith and
belief? Dost thou not know that it is the same love which causes the
lioness to throw her huge, warm body upon her cub to crush it rather
than it should be cast into iron captivity by its pursuers? Dost thou
not know again that it is this love that hovers in golden silence about
thee even when thou wilt not see and beckons thee ever, even when thou
wilt not follow? It is the same love that leads thee over the paths of
flint and hard and rough roads unto those that are smiling and perfumed
and ever bordered with blooming flowers of purple and milk and rose.
Dost thou not know, my Adarini, that it is that love that points out the
gems that lie in thy path, partly covered, partly hidden by the dust,
while thy feet have kicked over them? Even though I have pointed them
out to thee often, thou dost not see. Thou but lookest to the right and
left for things of beauty which are for the eye, but for the moment, and
dost the rare jewels which if thou wouldst but take into thy heart,
would bring there the richest radiance which ever came from the diadem
that crowns a soul.
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