Hey gopiblr, here's something to brighten your day <3

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Hey gopiblr, here's something to brighten your day <3
so i’ve been thinking about the story of pandurang and pundalik ever since @transgender-asshole and i had that conversation about selflessness (not sure if u remember that, but it’s been haunting me). how much is enough? how much must we give up or postpone until we can have what we want? and who’s to judge that?
because i tend to overthink a lot of things and so this is something i keep thinking about - we keep getting promised godhood or salvation or whatever it is that pundalik got, but i do not know if that’s what i want. and idk if i should be saved for what that.
while serving his parents may have been what he wanted in life, im not sure if i can do that, especially when my relationship with a good portion of my family is fraught due to being queer. so when i hear this story of selflessness all i can think is that they want me to hide until my parents are dead and then some, to save face for... not sure what. and why is it always me that needs to hide?
so far all the vibes i’ve gotten from the larger hindu community is that they’d rather have a dead child than a queer one, or a child that gives themself up for some greater good that we never seem to get closer to.
Panduranga Vittal
The moment I took my first breath,
I was gifted the heart to love.
First, my mother, my little toys,
Then, as I grew, the hearts of boys.
Each time my love poured wild and deep,
Like water, endless and hard to keep.
But all the hearts i loved were of glass, too thin, too weak,
And my love would break them and they would leak.
My hands, now wet, did not know their place,
Heavy with love, yet lost in space.
That’s when Mauli found my hands,
Held them firm in woven strands.
He calmed the storm, he stopped the tide,
He showed me Maya, then took it aside.
He whispered Mauli, soft but the only true,
And then placed it gently in my view.
आषाढी एकादशीच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा!
#pandurang #vithumauli #aashadhiekadashi #dreamfunds
पांडूरंग पांडूरंग
भक्तीभावे होऊन दंग गाईन मी अभंग ।तुझ्या दारी पायी चालत येईन मी श्रीरंग ।। धृ ।। पांडूरंग पांडूरंग । पांडूरंग पांडूरंग ।श्रीहरि विठ्ठल । जय हरी विठ्ठल ॥ टाळ चिपळ्यांची साथ हाती घेऊन मृदंग ।वाजवीन दिनरात गाती वारकरी संग ।एक ताल एक सूर भक्तीमय सत्संग ।म्हणूनी पायी चालत येईन मी श्रीरंग । पांडूरंग पांडूरंग । पांडूरंग पांडूरंग ।श्रीहरि विठ्ठल । जय हरी विठ्ठल ॥१॥ संत सज्जनांची सेवा मिळे ज्ञानाचा…
Lord Panduranga (Vitthal) and Goddess Rukmini
Panduranga & Rukmini After Shringar, Thennagur, TN