Meditations on Transcendence

  The Great Secret of Facing Saṁsāra Miseries — From Govardhana Verse: sva-preṣṭha-hastāmbuja-saukumārya-sukhānubhūter ati-bhūmi-vṛtteḥ mahendra-vajrāhatim apy ajānan govardhano me diśatām abhīṣṭam (May Govardhana — who, absorbed in the supreme bliss of the softness of his beloved Kṛṣṇa’s lotus hand, did not even notice the blows of Indra’s thunderbolt — bestow upon me my desired perfection.) Govardhana teaches the great secret of spiritual life. When Indra’s thunderbolts struck with all their fury, the hill did not tremble. He remained absorbed in the sweetness of Kṛṣṇa’s lotus hand resting upon him. In that touch of divine tenderness, even the fiercest pain became powerless. This is the same mystery that protects a sādhaka amidst the storms of saṁsāra . The miseries of the world may not cease, but through contact with Śrī Nāma and seva , their impact fades into nothingness. The thunderbolts of destiny may strike, yet the heart absorbed in divine remembrance feels only ān...

  Happy Janmashtami In the quiet corners of the heart, where the echoes of eons linger, we find ourselves running. We turn from the dark-eyed lord, Krishna, telling ourselves it’s not time, not now, not here. We chase distractions like fireflies in the night, elusive and fleeting, whispering, "Anyone but You." Yet, in the stillness between breaths, His name stirs, unbidden, unrelenting. For how long can we deny the truth we know? That in His smile lies the universe, in His gaze, our salvation. We stumble through lifetimes, but He waits—patient as the stars. When will we see Him as He is? Not a god of distance, but the heartbeat of our own soul. Let this be the life where we stop running, where we face the truth we’ve hidden from. Let us turn to Him, not out of duty or fear, but out of love—pure, undeniable, and bright as the dawn. For in the end, it is not the world that holds us, but the one who created it. O Krishna, we surrender, at last, to You.