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Sri Krishna at Kurukshetra
â They say home is where the heart isâ
â§ËËđ˘Ö´ As the sun reigns amidst planets and stars so is DvÄrakÄ amidst all the ruling centres of pilgrimage.The eternal Viᚣášu dwells there wherever DvÄrakÄ may be.ËËâ§Ë
I long to go...
ऎतŕĽŕ¤¤: परतरठनञनŕĽŕ¤Żŕ¤¤ŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤żŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤żŕ¤Śŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤¤ŕ¤ż धनŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤Ż ༤
ऎयि सरŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤Žŕ¤żŕ¤Śŕ¤ पŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽŕ¤¤ŕ¤ सŕĽŕ¤¤ŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽ ऎणिŕ¤ŕ¤Łŕ¤ž ŕ¤ŕ¤ľ ༼ ༠༼
There is nothing higher than Myself, O Arjun. Everything rests in Me, as beads strung on a thread.
रसŕĽŕ¤˝ŕ¤šŕ¤Žŕ¤ŞŕĽŕ¤¸ŕĽ ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤¨ŕĽŕ¤¤ŕĽŕ¤Ż पŕĽŕ¤°ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤Žŕ¤ż जजिसŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽŕ¤Żŕ¤ŻŕĽ: ༤
पŕĽŕ¤°ŕ¤Łŕ¤ľ: सरŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤ľŕĽŕ¤ŚŕĽŕ¤ˇŕĽ जएŕĽŕ¤Ś: ŕ¤ŕĽ पŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽŕ¤ˇŕ¤ नŕĽŕ¤ˇŕĽ ༼ ༎ ༼
I am the taste in water, O son of Kunti, and the radiance of the sun and the moon. I am the sacred syllable Om in the Vedic mantras; I am the sound in ether, and the ability in humans.
पŕĽŕ¤ŁŕĽŕ¤ŻŕĽ ŕ¤ŕ¤¨ŕĽŕ¤§: पŕĽŕ¤Ľŕ¤żŕ¤ľŕĽŕ¤Żŕ¤žŕ¤ ठतŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤śŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤Žŕ¤ż ािŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤ľŕ¤¸ŕĽ ༤
ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤¨ŕ¤ सरŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤¤ŕĽŕ¤ˇŕĽ तपजŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤Žŕ¤ż तपसŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤żŕ¤ˇŕĽÂ ༼ ༯ ༼
I am the pure fragrance of the Earth, and the brilliance in fire. I am the life-force in all beings, and the penance of the ascetics.
एŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤ ऎञठसरŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¨ŕ¤žŕ¤ ािऌŕĽŕ¤§ŕ¤ż पञरŕĽŕ¤Ľ सनञतनऎ༠༤
एŕĽŕ¤ŚŕĽŕ¤§ŕ¤żŕ¤°ŕĽŕ¤ŹŕĽŕ¤ŚŕĽŕ¤§ŕ¤żŕ¤Žŕ¤¤ŕ¤žŕ¤Žŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤Žŕ¤ż तŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤¤ŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤żŕ¤¨ŕ¤žŕ¤Žŕ¤šŕ¤ŽŕĽ ༼ ༧༌ ༼
O Arjun, know that I am the eternal seed of all beings. I am the intellect of the intelligent, and the splendor of the glorious.
~ Bhagvad Gita, Chapter 7, verses 7-10)
[Shubh Gita Jayanti. May Lord Krishna bless us all with divine wisdom]
Walt Whitman, âSong of Myselfâ, Complete Poems
[Text ID:Â â(No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)â]
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A year ago I was madly in love with you. Writing poems and having dreams.
Not much has changed. I have not seen you but I still wonder so often what would happen if I let you know how I feel. A year ago I felt this way and I still have not told you.
Life has been weird, my friend.
just wanted to update. The lovely man all these cheesy poems were about... i did tell him how i felt and it turns out he felt the same and so yeaahh â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
âEven the sunshine may one day become cool and the moonshine one day become hot, but still Your promise will not fail.â -Queen Kunti to Lord Krishna.
âThe goal is always Krishna. Itâs not just eradicating the anxieties.â
â Niranjana Swami
Take me back to the place where your eyes were the only ones I needed to see me.
Coming home is falling into Godâs arms.
I deserve to feel honored.
To be respected.
To be looked at as meaningful.
As someone you wouldnât want to lose.
I deserve to feel loved.
To not be forgotten when convenient.
To be listened to,
My opinion truly mattered.
ââŚyou feel that you are always in a state of waiting, expecting some event, not on the outside, but inside you, in your guts. It is a condition that could be called cloudiness. You do not know if you are in rain or in sunshine. And darkness no longer becomes darkness, but a climb toward the threshold of an internal light that is just about to glow. This is when it becomes possible to speak of the light of darkness as it would be possible to speak of the darkness of light.â
â Adonis, from Selected Poems;Â âCandlelightâ (tr. Khaled Mattawa)
I sometimes still wonder what would have happened...
had I continued on that road and told you how I felt.
What if I didnât turn back and I went north.
I donât want to be stuck wondering for the rest of my life. Regretting.
I know it was something special with you, but maybe youâll never know I felt it.
But itâs okay. It has to be.
I miss you a lot.
Wendy Backlund