#hare krishna

[cosmicbutdramatic]

haribol… it’s my birthdayyyyyyy

[mehtab-bagh]

O madhava, wherever I go, may my heart always be at your lotus feet🪷

[diana-karelina]

blaze <3

her true form ⬆️⬆️⬆️

i know that her design is a compliment of several cultures, not only hindu but also byzantine and orthodox. i'm thinking of drawing her in other guises with a slant to match the paintings of these cultures

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Lord Kṛṣṇa alone is the supreme controller, and all others are His servants. They dance as He makes them do so. Śrī Caitanya-caritāmṛta, Ādi-līlā 5.142,

[thaern]

I think that we as fans of George are letting a big opportunity disappear at not encouraging a book, documentary or film be made about George and Olivia, I mean, their story is a freaking fairy tale

How they meet, how George tried to find her after weeks of just talking to her, the party, the tour, how he put her eyes in the freaking record after months of just being together

How she literally save him not just of the madman but to everything that happened in the dark horse tour, Dhani, their many many projects together.

She save him from that madman, the quimio, india, their vacations alone, she by his side in the last moments.

THE POEMS, SHE BEING THERE WHEN THE BEATLES ARRIVED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AMERICA, IN THE FREAKING AIRPORT SEEING THEM CROSS THAT DOOR, SEEING HIM!!!

Is a lot of opportunities and I hope that in the biopic at least she appears at the end bc in the more and more you know about them, more you love them 🩷🩷🩷

[pranasakha]

The sun was low, painting the Yamunā’s waters gold, and the air smelled of fresh grass and fragrant kadamba flowers. The gopīs were laughing and talking, brushing the dust from their ghāghrās after the day’s tiring chores, when a new figure appeared among them. She was radiant, her every movement gentle and meek, every glance shy yet full of a hidden soul fire.

Krishna, in the form of a gopi, moved among them, his eyes twinkling with mischief. The gopīs felt a strange tug at their hearts, a mixture of delight and bewilderment. Something about this maiden was different…more luminous, more enchanting than any of them could describe. They whispered to each other, trying to guess her name, their voices soft with curiosity.

Krishna mimicked the gentle gestures of the gopīs, the sway of the ghāghrā, the tilt of the head, and yet there was an otherworldly grace that none of them could imitate. Every small movement; the brush of a hand, the lift of a foot, made the gopīs’ hearts flutter. Some giggled nervously, some felt a sudden shyness, and some could hardly contain the longing in their eyes.

“Who is she?” one gopi murmured, and in that question, Krishna delighted. He had hidden himself in plain sight, yet even in disguise, he could not hide the love and sweetness that radiated from his being.

The gopīs began to gather closer, enchanted by the new maiden. They admired her delicate movements, the gentle way she twirled a strand of her hair, the soft laugh that floated like the music of the Yamunā itself. “She moves as if the river itself dances with her,” one whispered. Another nodded, cheeks flushed, “And yet… there is something familiar. Something I cannot name.”

Krishna, in his playful disguise, let his eyes sparkle mischievously as he joined in their chatter. He mirrored their laughter, leaned in when they spoke, and even shyly accepted small compliments about his… or rather, her grace. Each interaction wove a web of joy, curiosity, and subtle longing. The gopīs were entranced, their hearts beating faster, their senses alight with delight at this mysterious companion.

Some tried to match her movements in dance, spinning and stepping lightly as she did, only to feel their feet falter and their hearts stir in inexplicable ways. Krishna’s subtle laughter rang out like a bell, though his disguise kept the source a secret. Every glance and gesture seemed to carry a divine tease, drawing the gopīs into a deeper, unspoken bhava.

As Surya’s golden light deepened into a warm evening glow, a hush fell over the grove. Among the gopīs appeared Radha, her presence luminous and soothing, yet her eyes quickened with a knowing anticipation. Krishna, sensing the moment, allowed the veil of illusion to shimmer and dissolve. Slowly, his true form emerged, radiant and dark, eyes sparkling with infinite love and mischief.

Radha’s gaze met his, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause. She smiled, a mixture of wonder and gentle reproach. “So it was you,” she said softly, her voice carrying the sweetness of a thousand songs. The gopīs gasped in awe, realization dawning upon them. The playful maiden who had enchanted their hearts all afternoon was none other than Krishna himself.

Krishna bowed slightly, still smiling, and the gopīs’ delight shifted into a rapturous joy. They laughed, reaching out to touch his shoulders, their hearts overflowing with the sweetness of recognition. Radha stepped closer, her hand finding Krishna’s, their fingers entwining as if they had never been apart.

[sartorialadventure]

Hare Krishnas (look at all those beautiful saris!)

[juicetrump2]

Team Trump Quiet Over Explosive Tulsi Gabbard Cult Revelations

Gabbard may have been taking orders from Hare Krishna leader Chris Butler throughout her political career.

the REAL reason Tulsi quit