just some thoughts -

Dear devotees, Please forgive me for sharing such garbage.


Your Name is like poison
the more I take it
the more my throat chokes.

Is this my reward
constant suffering?

In Pain I call out to You
and in anger I remember You.

Your name has cursed me.

Because I have no love for You
I find no bliss in your service
but because I have served You
I can find no happiness without you

Even when I try to give it up
Your name again comes to my mind and to my lips.

Take it all
I don't care
Let me live or let me die
I hope you find some pleasure in the fact
that I am addicted to the poison of your Name

Asking no permission to imbue your being, refusing to leave when neglected. Quite the poison it is, quite the poison.

Lalitadasji,
These are authentic devotional sentiments you have expressed. It is not garbage. If God exists, He should not just give us a pleasant feeling. Experience of Him must also be wrenching, disturbing our mundane lives. Otherwise He would not be all-encompassing. He would not be God.
Yet in the end, God is also the supreme Comforter, no-one else can give us more shelter. So take heart.

Brajmohan Das.

I think that Sri Guru has planted a seed in my heart, and though I have
done so much to uproot it, still it somehow begins to sprout.

Day and night Lalitadas' offenses cry out,
"How can we withstand the mercy of Sri Gauranga's Bhakta?"

True wit is Nature to advantage dressed,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed. (Pope)

Endless thanks to Lalitadas for sharing that.

Maya tosses me about like a helpless baby,
up and down, again and again.

While flying in the air Lalitadas thinks, "Now I am free!"
But soon Maya will catch him once again.

When will I develop a desire to please the Lord?
When will I become eager to feed Him devotional nectar?

When will I lovingly accept the mercy He offers me?
When will I carefully place His feet within my heart?

Not until the devotees' footdust becomes his only treasure
will love for Krishna sprout in Lalitadas' heart.

I motion that a warning label be enforced on Krishna!

WARNING!

One sip of the elixer of Krishna and you will lust for it always...
Very quickly all other thirsts will just disappear...
Unless you want to lose everything, including yourself, in Krishna...
I suggest you stay far away...
or at least try...
if you can.

I'm coockoo for Krishna!

I agree wholeheartedly. He's a damn drug.

Let my body be torn to pieces!
Let my heart be scorched to cinders!
Let my soul be vanquished forever!

If it pleases you to see me this way,
I am pleased to have served you.

How can I question the words of my master?
How can I expect to find my way alone?

Not only have I no means of getting there,
But the destination itself eludes me.

"Unalloyed love of Krsna is like an ocean of happiness. If someone gets
one drop of it, the whole world can drown in that drop. It is not
befitting to express such love of Godhead, yet a madman must speak. but
even though he speaks, no one believes him."

Can anyone know my Lover? Can anyone know His smile? He looks into my heart and teaches me how to love Him. Who else could understand? The nature of such love is deeply intimate. I can only hint at the joy of our union. This mantra is the sound of our making love.

My eyes search the eyes of every stranger for some sign of understanding. My lover is not here. This statement in itself says everything. Do not tell me to seek him in my heart- I tell you my heart is full of him, and that is making me bleed from deep inside. Don’t say this bleeding is better than his kisses. Only a girl who has not tasted his lips could say such a thing.

I could fill the land, the sea and sky up with words, words and more words, but still no one understands. But then to meet with a girl who had tasted and then lost his love, and longs to regain it: to talk with such a woman even for a short time is like a glimmer of the taste of his lips: a fragment of the beauty of his smile. In a world full of strangers, such a true friend is the rarest, rarest jewel.

I did not want to drown in this sea of bhakti ras! I walked down by the river where a big sign stood, saying "NO SWIMMING ALLOWED!" I wanted to be good. Krishna came from behind and pushed me in. How did I know it was Him? I felt His hands disturb my blouse before shoving me roughly into the dark water. (Can I say that my body quivered, then?) Now my hair and sari are a mess. I am soaked and shivering- my eyes filled with tears. Then Krishna cries out so that everyone can hear, CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN?! Look at you, SHAMEFUL girl! Just see the MESS you've made!

The ever-fresh cupid teases me. He peeks through the forest trees and then in a flash He is gone. I follow His footprints down the path, only to have Him sneek up behind me. He covers my eyes and says, "Guess who!" When I turn to emrace Him, He's gone. "Why do you make me a fool! Show yourself to me!" In this way I cry. Then He whispers in my ear, "Who do you think you are?"

This cruel lover has left me again. Alone I cry in the darkness. No friends will come to comfort me. They too are here crying. When despair reaches its limits and madness sets in, what else can we do but pretend. If I cannot have You, I will have You anyway. You cannot escape my imagination. Ha!

I may never see you again, my dear lord, but I saw you once! I keep this memory close to my heart, and yes because of this you can never cheat me, can never ESCAPE me no matter how much you squirm and cry...

Even if somehow I forget I have seen you, still *existence* itself testifies to this fact: Once I saw you- once I held you- once you WERE mine and WE were happy together!

All this separation is so crushingly *heavy*- but you know as soon as the face of the Beloved is seen, all this pain flees like darkness fleeing from the sun's brilliance.

When you see His smiling lips and His eyes beckoning "come come!" and his arms outstretched begging to hold you, all your aching, all the darkness in your heart will melt away, and you will run to him and melt into his welcoming embrace- and know that he loves you and has always loved you- and wonder why you listened to idle talk of people telling you had no business loving such a one as him- why you listened to empty talk and thought he did not accept your love...

Sri Krishna appeared to taste devotional nectar
and to cause others to taste it as well.

It gives Him great joy to share this nectar
with His servants, friends, guardians and lovers.

Though I have no desire to taste it,
let me drink this nectar if only to please Him.

Lalitadas says, in this way even my ecstacy
will be engaged in Sri Krishna's service.

Can you hear His flute song playing in the wind?
Can you feel His embrace in the warmth of the sun?
Can you taste His lips with each sip of Water?
Can you see Him winking in the phases of the moon?
When your love is all pervasive, so will be your lover.

If the beloved pushes you away, there is no point in retreating, turning back... you will only suffer and the One who lives inside you will also be suffering. If he says "I don't want you," don't believe him. You know him better than that! He can say "NO" a thousand times, and each time it will crush you but somewhere in your heart you will know he really means "YES!"

Krishna pulls a girl into his lap, kisses her deep with half-closed eyes and says, "Yeah, I don't love you... I don't love you at all..."

YES, Krishna is always peeking out of the eyes of others!

I cry out to Sri Radha, "Krishna Krishna!"
I cry out to Sri Krishna, "Hare Hare!"

Using each as bait for the other,
I draw them both near.

If you found even a drop of eagerness in my heart,
I know they would both appear.

Lalitadas begs, let me always serve Radha and Krishna
by calling out Their indescribable names.

.................

You thought you wouldn't, but I think that you did. Please share more. My heart pines for solace. How can you leave another girl in the forest alone...

O Sakhi, only a fellow victim of this criminal could ease the heart-ache of a girl like me. Who else understands our plite? What is the use of striving to attain love for Krishna when I already taste the pain it brings? I make every attempt to warn other the girls, but will they listen?

I cannot and that is the truth! See there are so many others who are suffering the same fate as you, and you just don't know it! Come, we will take care of you!

*HUG*

By the way, your poem is not crappy!

Thanks. I am much more comfortable with prose, but anyway... Krishna somehow makes even the mute break out into verse... let alone those who are simply poetically challenged. I just write whatever bubbles up in those crazy moments....

I am sorry dear sakhi that you have also succumbed to this terrible disease called KRISHNA. There is no known cure, I'm afraid. However the association of like-minded devotees can certainly help at times.

Try to understand by intuition
Don't ask for
the intellectual analysis of a kiss

When will I give up my pride and just cry out, "Krishna! Krishna!"

KRISHNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Oh! once a girl was told that and she went straight to Krishna and recounted the entire episode to him in painful detail weeping *loudly*. Krishna listened very attentively and finally replied, "Yeah OK fine! but what's there for lunch, baby !"

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

When you say things like that I feel like breakdancin'!

KRISHNA KRISHNA KRISHNA KRISHNA KRISHNA!

I was walking and walking,

braving the cold that beat relentlessly at my chest.

It mocked me, and sadistically bit at my face,

but I walked.

At a distance, I saw Govinda,

standing there, arms outstretched, smiling,

waiting..

I ran, and ran, and ran..

ran into His arms,

feeling the closeness of his body,

enjoying the warmth of his love,

our bodies entwined.

And then,

he just disappeared..

without even a farewell..

Alas dear sakhi! It is the same story with me, with these two other sakhis of ours, with even goddesses like Rukmini and Radha... with everyone!

Some say the reason is to eradicate selfishness. Others say it is to increase love. I say it is to bind the hearts of Krishna's women together in bonds of love, so that when we are finally reunited with Him, we can all be one family together with Krishna and serve Him in perfect bliss.

I think I am not a bhakta.
They say a bhakta asks for nothing from You
but to love or to serve You.
I am asking something different than this-
My heart, my soul and all my body's limbs
beg in chorus to be filled with You
To be Covered by You, Overcome by You
To please You, To take refuge in You.
I'm sorry if this doesn't interest You.

He covers you and you do not notice
He overcomes and you do not notice
You please him and you don't know it
You write poems in his refuge
And now you want his interest?

The delay is yours, not his.
It is you who owes interest!

More old poems because I haven't written a poem in months and months...

Come Dance With Us!

Krishna!
Come out and dance with us
"The night is young"
The air is hot and damp and smells of spring!
Krishna, come and play with us
Rest your strong arms on our soft shoulders
Burn us again with Your gaze

I feel I am losing my grip on "reality"
I feel my clothes starting to slip ()

The mood is right for a romance
Between the soul and her God!
Come now to us, KRISHNA
And caress our hearts with Honesty
We want to please You with our love, Krishna
Till You are as enthralled as we are [attachmentid=1330]
Please show us those rarest of jewels-
Your hidden emotions.
If You smile at us even once
We may swoon and fall to dust! [attachmentid=1331]

More old poems because I haven't written a poem in months and months...

Come Dance With Us!

Krishna!
Come out and dance with us
"The night is young"
The air is hot and damp and smells of spring!
Krishna, come and play with us
Rest your strong arms on our soft shoulders
Burn us again with Your gaze

I feel I am losing my grip on "reality"
I feel my clothes starting to slip ()

The mood is right for a romance
Between the soul and her God!
Come now to us, KRISHNA
And caress our hearts with Honesty
We want to please You with our love, Krishna
Till You are as enthralled as we are [attachmentid=1330]
Please show us those rarest of jewels-
Your hidden emotions.
If You smile at us even once
We may swoon and fall to dust! [attachmentid=1331]

Pagli, you of all people should know that the pain of separation is part of the ecstasy! Drink up sakhi!

Krishna is in big trouble. I suppose he has employed you to try to get Him out of it. No such luck Buddy!

here's a fresh poem from the extremely sleepy Satyabhama. The mosquitoes in mumbai airport taught me that nothing tastes quite like "fresh blood"... ain't that right?

Let go my sari for a minute, Krishna!
Hey navaneeta chora, I need to do my homework!

The Manjari sacrifices her own union for the benefit Radha.
This is the Bodhisattva vow.

----

What could please Him more, than to be united with Her?

Last night,

I blinded him,

with my love..

I am not interested in complexities
Just Krishna and me walking hand in hand
in his gardens
So simple yet so difficult to understand?

There is another bodhisattva vow.

My words have become twisted,
reflecting my mind.

My activities have become hollow,
reflecting my heart.

I admire my own confusion,
considering it the greatest wisdom.

Intoxicated by his own pride,
Lalitadas stumbles from the path.

I must admit your ideas confuse me. Really I am a very simple-minded girl.

Oh krishna krishna.

What other girl can there be?

There is nothing to understand. I am stark-raving-mad!

I strongly believe that there are multiple female personalities in Goloka & Dvaraka!



Glad to hear it! Me too!

Radha Krishna!

Save me from the demon which lives in my heart.
Unless you protect me I will be torn to pieces.

Please bless me with devotion to Your lotus feet.
How else will Lalitadas be able to please Sri Guru?

Sri Krishna appeared to taste devotional nectar
and to cause others to taste it as well.

It gives Him great joy to share this nectar
with His servants, friends, guardians and lovers.

Though I have no desire to taste it,
let me drink this nectar if only to please Him.

Lalitadas says, in this way even my ecstacy
will be engaged in Sri Krishna's service.

Due to my offenses
I have no taste for the Name

Due to my offenses
the Name has no taste for me

By the grace of Sri Guru
Lalitadas somehow continues to chant

I have spoken so many words,
yet none of them have any meaning at all.

Being given a chance to glorify Radha and Krishna,
I have only flanted my own ignorance and deceit.

Being given a chance to beg for the Vaisnavas' mercy,
I have only boasted my own foolish pride.

A wooden puppet on the lap of Maya,
my mistress makes me kackle like a crow.

Why do I continue to relish her torture?
In great anguish, Lalitadas chews his own tongue.

The desire for liberation stalks me like a hungry demon.
Its poison breath is always on the back of my neck.

It whispers in my ear, "nondistinction will set you free."
If I turn around I will surely be devoured.

How do I escape this terrible monster?
Lalitadas runs in fear.

I am just like a starving dog.

My teeth are sunk deep
into the rotting piece of flesh
of my own self interest.

Maya holds one end of it
and drags me like a beast
through all kinds of misery.

When she kicks and beats me
My grip only tightens
In this way she trashes me about.

It is true that I have been offered
the delicious service of Sri Krishna,
but Lalitadas is just like a low animal
and prefer the taste of his own blood.

I am maddened by desires for adoration and distinction.

Let me offer the most fragrant flower of Sri Radha's name
To the ever thirsty bumblebee called Madhusudana.

I am always being dragged
by the tide of ignorance
away from the shore of Krishna's feet.

Though the devotees
hold out their hands to save me
I simply splash at them and laugh.

What hope is there
for the drowning man who thinks
"What help do I need?"

Intoxicated by his own pride
Lalitadas is thrashed by the waves.

Unless the devotees think kindly of me,
the poison of my pride will soon kill me.

Punish me, embrace me or be indifferent when we meet,
but please hold compassion for me in your heart.

I don't know anything and whatever I learn I forget,
Only if I am taken by the hand will I make it out alive.

Intoxicated by false prestige, the whole world is spinning,
With great effort, Lalitadas is struggling to stand on the path.

nityAnanda-gauracAnder prema-dharma koro |

hare-kRSNa-mahA-mantra hari-nAma bolo ||

jaya jaya haridAsa Thakur mahAshaya !
amAnina-harinAmAcArya morAshraya !

Hari Hari!

Please bless me with the constant memory of Thakur Haridas!
Though he is the greatest Vaisnava, he considers himself the lowest of all beings.

Jaya Sri Vaisnava Thakur!

Why do I not cry day and night
to attain the priviledge to serve the Vaisnavas' feet?

How can I show my face to the sun,
knowing that I have failed to surrender my body, mind and life to their service?

How can I eat any food at all,
knowing that it has not touched the lips of those who say "Krishna Krishna"?

Every moment I spend contemplating my own condition,
when I should be asking, "How can I please the Vaisnavas?"

Lalitadas cries in great sorrow,
"Only an ignorant beast would miss such an opportunity."

Why have I travelled so far away,
when I could see the Bhaktas before me?

Why have I travelled so far away,
when I could feel the Dham beneath me?

Let me drown in Radhakund
and let my ashes be cast on Her shore!

Then the Vaisnavas' feet will always be upon me.

Hare Krishna Sri Caitanya!
Hare Rama Nityananda!

With the Mandara Mountain of Your mercy
Please churn ocean of my heart!

Let the poison of my offenses be vanquished!
And let the nectar of Prema be revealed!

Lalitadas begs, Please make me Your servant!
What value has my existence otherwise?

What use is my attraction
To Vraja's Madhura Ujjvala Rasa Prema,

While in my heart I still consider
Those who say "Krishna" to be ordinary beings?

Because he has no love for the Lord's sweet devotees
Even Lalitadas' chanting bears only the fruits of sin.

Jaya Sri Guru Jaya Sri Guru Jaya Sri Gurudeva!

Sri Guru's face is the blooming lotus
of Suddha Prema Bhakti Ras!

Sri Guru's teeth are the treasured jewels
of Suddha Prema Bhakti Ras!

Sri Guru's tongue is a billowing wave
on the ocean of Suddha Prema Bhakti Ras!

Sri Guru's speech is rushing stream
inundating the world with Suddha Prema Bhakti Ras!

Sri Guru's body is a touchstone
that fills all things with Suddha Prema Bhakti Ras!

Jaya Sri Guru Jaya Sri Guru Jaya Sri Gurudeva!

My heart has been pierced
by the sharp arrow of criticism.

As if trying to make a home
it bores it's way deeper inside me.

How can I escape an enemy
which dwells in my own heart?

Let my mind become Sri Vrindavan!
Let the Govinda Lila expand within my heart!

Although Krishna's pleasure is without limit,
I will expand those limits by adding my own heart to His abode.

What greater service is there than this?
Let me encourage others to do the same!

If there are unlimited jivas in the material world,
there are unlimited opportunities for expansion here as well!

How can we stop until every last corner of consciousness
is directed unflinchingly at Sri Krishna's pleasure?

Lalitadas begs at Sri Guru's feet,
Please give to me Krishna Bhakti!
How else will I be able to give that Bhakti to others?

Oh dear sweet devotees of Krishna!
Do not make the same mistake as I!

I can testify to the power of Namaparadha.
I have tasted the poison fruit of bhakta ninda.

Even if Krishna's devotee appears sinful,
still he must be considered a saint.

It all begins as innocent observation,
but then the venemous cobra of judgement strikes.

Once administered, this poison is deadly
if the antidote is not quickly found.

Repent, my brother, repent!
With great sorrow, make amends!

Lalitadas says,
"Only by the mercy of the Bhaktas,
Will Krishna ever consider us His own."

Oh Svamini Radhe!

Remember how You've called out
to Your Pranavallabha Hari!

He not only steals Your mind,
He steals the clothing from Your body!

Remember how You've called out
to Your Pranavallabha Krishna!

He not only attracts your attention,
He attracts Your body into the forest day and night!

Remember how You've called out
to Your Pranavallabha Rama!

He not only enjoys Your own body,
He enjoys the bodies of all Your friends as well!

What a duplicitous cheat You have fallen in love with,
Lalitadas says, "Ignore this Krishna and He will grovel at Your feet!"

Maya has covered me
with the blanket of ignorance

Due to my own self interest
my judgement is forever clouded.

My only desires are three,
profit, adoration and distinction.

I see others only as objects
which I will use for my own gain.

When my goals are not met
I blame these flawed instruments.

Whosoever would challenge me
I consider a great fool.

Know your place and stand aside,
Who are you to tell me anything!

Don't you know who I am?
I am Lalita Das, the great and mighty ass!

How can the Supreme Person be so great?
I should be the one who is recognised!

This mentality is the root cause
of all material bondage and suffering.

How can this person be so great?
I should be the one who is recognized!

Due to this very mentality
conflict and violence will flourish.

How can this Bhakta be so great?
I should be the one who is recognised!

By having this feeling in the heart
even ones chanting becomes a great source of misery.

Lalitadas begs at the feet of the Gaura Krishna Bhaktas,
"Bless me, that I will dethrone this king of demons called envy,
whose reign of terror has blackened my weak and feeble heart."

Without attaining the grace of the great rasika bhaktas,
who can understand the sweetness of Sri Vrindavan?

The plant and animal servants remind Him of Her,
and make a festive playground in which They enjoy.

Yashoda arranges for Radha's morning service to Krishna,
while Paurnamasi makes special arrangements in the forest.

Krishna's servants decorate His body nicely,
thus accenting His already unfathomable erotic appeal.

His friends make jokes about His character and debauchery,
and support Him like an army it's general in His playful battles.

The people of Vraja pose as dangerous obstacles to His goal,
thus increasing the excitement and joy of its achievement.

Even inanimate objects like His flute and cow-stick,
increase His already unlimited beauty again and again.

Who would not cry to see His soft feet treading the dusty path,
happily slapping the calves and His friends with that stick?

Who would not cry to hear that melodious flute,
which causes stones to become liquid and water to become solid?

What greater treasure is there than to see the Supreme Person Himself,
blissfully playing in various ways like a restless adolescent.

Only a great miser would keep such pleasure from Him,
the Supreme God deserves a life like this!

Not because He is the Supreme God,
but because He is simply Krishna!

O Svamini Radhe!

Please give me the desire to serve Your maidservants.
If I can gain their favour, Your feet will beecome my own.

Unless this happens, what will become of me?
I will roam endlessly in this darkness, weeping.

O Svamini Radhe!

Please give me the desire to serve Your Prana Vallabha.
If I can gain His favour, then perhaps you will glance my way.

Unless this happens, what is the use of my life?
I may as well be burned alive, over and over again.

O Svamini Radhe!

Depsite hearing Your glories, I have no desire to serve you.
I remain absorbed in so many mundane things.

Unless I give up my false pride, I am certainly doomed.
Lalitadas cries, "Why am I wasting this opportunity?"

It has been said, "Deserve and then desire."
Then what hope is there for me?

I despise that statement, like a murdering bandit.
I cannot let him rob me of Your love.

Lalitadas says,
"I may never deserve to serve my Goddess,
but She will always deserve to be worshipped by me."

Va! Va! Gurubhaiji, you're really on a roll here I think! These verses are very nice.



Did you see this new website? http://www.gaurasundar.com/

It's by Gurubon Anuradha Didi. Unfortunately many of the internal links don't work, but it has some nice and unique pictures. I nominated it for inclusion in the 'links' section, but perhaps someone needs to help Didiji to get it working properly up to standard.

Nice site! Not bad for an early effort! Radha-Vinod Thakur Gosvami, he looks so spiritual!

Nice URL too. I like the way she says "Web of Shri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu". A meaningful site title if I ever saw one; we are all caught in Mahaprabhu's net!

Ha ha, "net", there's another one!

Very nice website. I like that. Gaura is amazing.

Thanks brajamohanji.

Pranam

Dandavats Bhai Ji!

Jaya Gaura Bhakta Vrnda!

Yes, Didi Ji's site is AWSOME! I love the picture of Baba with his smile. He is so beautiful and so are you!

I was just looking at that site and I also noticed that nearly all the photos of the Vaishnavas showed them smiling very cheerily.

Insidious poison rarely chokes.
Serpents relish honey
Drop by drop .....

Just when I thought I had you, I realized that you were gone. I cheat myself this way every single time. Getting some taste I think, "Such nectar! May it never leave me!" As soon as this realization dawns, the attraction subsides and I am left again an empty shell. Why must it be such a game? Why so much teasing? Will I ever be able to hold you in my heart for more than one moment? Oh bhakti, you are always welcome in my heart. But alas, who would want to stay in such a miserable place anyway?

Listen, Oh Listen my Dear Sweet Friends!
This confection is the delight of my mind!

It causes a thick ocean of sweetness
to arise within my heart!

The more I taste it,
the deeper this ocean becomes!

I sink into it and it overwhelms me
with the most indescribable bliss!

Although my purpose is to give
I am forced to receive unlimitedly.

And to think,
this is only a small taste!

I am so blessed to have had the ember of devotion
placed within the kiln of my heart

I am so blesssed that She is completely independent
and doesn't give a fig for liberation or pious merit

I am so blessed that Her body has assumed the form
of hearing, chanting and remembering

Harinam Sankirtan is the full embodiment of Her being
She has revealed the pinnacle of love for all to share

She is the very essence of all that exists
for out of Love all does all of this born

By engaging in Her Kirtan
the tongue, ear and mind are all engaged.

Gradually an awareness of Her presence awakens
and the purpose of ones hearing and chanting is revealed

Feed Him to Her, Feed Him to Her
Serve Her with body, mind and soul

Say Krishna to Her, Say Krishna to Her
There is no way to please Her more!

This is the essence of the Most High Truth
I feel great sorrow for anyone who does not taste it.

Listen to sounds of the birds calling, "Hare Krishna."
Listen to the wind whispering, "Hare Krishna."
Listen to the waters flowing, "Krishna Krishna."
Listen to the bees buzzing, "Hare Hare."

Listen to Her footsteps softly thumping, "Hare Rama."
Listen to Her heart beating, "Hare Rama."
Listen to Her eyelids batting, "Rama Rama."
Listen to Her lips kissing, "Hare Hare."

This mantra is not complete by repetion alone.
When your heart is melted and you see it's form,
then your kirtan will become full and complete.
Lalita Das wonders, "will You ever show Yourself to me?"

Hearing is the planting of the seed.

Chanting is the watering of the seed.

Rememberance is the sprouting of the seed.

Gradually this seed will bloom, full blown!

Who can describe such an unfolding?

Lalita Das makes an attempt to hint at it.