Sunday, November 15th, 2015
Toronto, Ontario
Crying
There was a general sense of happiness in the atmosphere today. The
great weather made a major contribution. Many walkers hit the trail, as
I did, along
Balfour Park, The Brickworks, and beyond.
However, a touch of sadness naturally grasps the
heart for those of us who remember the passing of our teacher, Srila
Prabhupada. It has been 38 years of this
anniversary event. I chose to read a
passage from his biography to a gathering of devotees before I took to
walking. The letter was addressed to him from one of his spiritual
daughters. The
contents of the letter are as follows:
Dear Srila Prabhupada,
This shawl is made of the wool from our own sheep. It is spun and woven here at Gita
Nagari. It is the first piece we have
made. While I was working on it, I would
always think of you, of how I was supposedly making you a gift. But, actually, you were giving me the gift of
engagement in devotional service. Srila
Prabhupada, I always pray to Lord Narasimhadeva to protect you and allow you to
stay with us and finish your books. But,
I think today the rain falling from the sky is actually the tears of the
demigods, crying at the prospect of your departure. I am also crying. Even Krishna cried at the passing of
grandfather Bhisma, so I have a right to cry.
I cannot be so philosophical to say that you are always present in your
books and teachings, though I know these things are true. I will miss you so much, Srila Prabhupada, if
you go. I beg that I will always remain
your menial servant and devotee.
Your humble disciple,
Satyabhama Dasi
May the Source be with you!
7 km
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