The materialist is certainly driven by demands
to satisfy infinite varieties of scenarios repeatedly,
of false-self identified pleasures at mundane hands,
forging karma, ongoing, into a destiny.
Devotee now seeks to rise and forsake such dull restricting confusing glop and gloom
Vaikuntha bound ! Try your fortune, shoot for the Moon!
Selfless service, unconditionned, performed unceasingly in every situation !
Until the dross of desire to enjoy the temporary body falls forever into perdition.
But in between, not knowing who is the Self,
Placing all pleasure-seeking selfish desire upon the shelf,
We should act in service... But I do not yet know who or what I AM?
How do I know then how to serve?? I am not yet spirit, and also not merely a man!
It is like being a hungry ghost, an unanchored ship, a lost pilgrim, a pollen-less flower.
I have no such ability that I can see, nor such power.
All reason leaves such a devotee when, and he must take shelter of Godbrothers in the faith, then.
The sanga of travellers and outsiders, all. We have that in common in this hour.
Chant Sri Krsna Caitanya, Prabhu Nityananda, Sri Advaita, Gadadhara, Srivasadi, Gaura Bhakta Vrnda, always, 24/7,
the only easy sure way into Heaven.
What is the chance for me? May I please be a flower there, or a bee? A speck of dust, so cool and satisfied
I beg let your servant's servant's servant's servant aspirant no longer be denied!
T-dasa
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