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Golden Outside Blue Inside
(60) Out of His infinite compassion for all fallen conditioned souls languishing in this Iron Age or Kali Yuga, Lord Krishna appeared upon the earth as Lord Shri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. The year was 1486, the place was Nabadwip in West Bengal. Shri Chaitanya is Krishna Himself in the mood of His greatest devotee, Shrimati Radharani, Whose transcendental body is the color of molten gold. Lord Chaitanya, Who is known as Gouranga, is, like Shri Radha, golden outside, but as Krishna He is "blue" on the inside. He is Patita Pavana, the deliverer of the most fallen conditioned soul.
(61) Just as the moon was produced from the churning of the ocean, so Lord Chaitanya was produced from the churning of the devotion of Radha and Krishna for one another. In the mood of Radha separated from Krishna, He called out the Lord's name, thus inspiring millions of people to chant:
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare.
62) Krishna das Kaviraj has written, "I offer my respectful obeisances unto Shri Krishna Chaitanya and Lord Nityananda Who are just like the sun and the moon. They have arisen simultaneously on the horizon of Gauda to dissipate the darkness of ignorance and thus wonderfully bestow benediction upon all." (CC Adi1.2)
63) Some lotus flowers are opened by the sun and others are opened by the moon. Similarly, the Moon of Lord Chaitanya and the Sun of Lord Nityananda, His most intimate associate, can together open all the lotus-like hearts of Their devotees.
64) The moon offers a double blessing upon the denizens of the planet earth. First, anyone who comes under the cooling effect of its gentle beams is surely soothed. Secondly, the moon keeps the waters of the ocean from flooding the earth due to its gravitational pull. Similarly, anyone who comes in contact with the moon of sankirtan is blessed whether or not he is a qualified soul. And the strength of sankirtan keeps the tide of demonic activities from overflooding the earth.
(65) During a bleak and cloudy night when the moon is concealed, glow worms upon the grass appear to have some brilliance. But who will take note of a few mere glow worms when the clouds are dispelled by the wind, and the bright lantern of the full moon is revealed? Similarly, Shrila Prabhupada brought westward the soothing moon-like rays of Lord Chaitanya's sankirtan movement which puts to shame the glow worm pseudo-yogis, mayavadis, empiricists, and atheistic scientists who have somehow gained prominence in these dark times. This moon was covered by the black clouds of Kali, but these are being blown away by the gentle breeze of the maha-mantra revealing the full benediction moon of sankirtan to all.
(66) Lord Shri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu said, "O my Lord, Your holy name alone can render all benediction upon the living beings and therefore You have hundreds and millions of names like Krishna, Govinda, etc. In these transcendental names you have invested all Your transcendental energies and there is no hard and fast rule for chanting these holy names. Oh my
Lord, You have so kindly made approach to You easy by the chanting of Your holy names, but unfortunate as I am, I have no attraction for them." (Shikshastaka, verse 2)
67) This sankirtan movement is for the most simple unsophisticated souls. Just see how when we devotees begin chanting, the children are the first to join us.
68) A high court judge named William Chambers is called "Mr. Chambers" by the mailman, "William" by his colleagues, "Your Honor" by members of the jury, "Billy" by his old school mates, "Darling" by his wife, and "Father" by his children. If an ordinary man can have so many names, then certainly the Supreme Lord can have an unlimited number of names. It is the humble request of Lord Shri Chaitanya that we begin chanting any bona fide name of the Lord in order to perfect our lives.
69) There is no sweeter sound than the sound of one's own name. How can this psychology be present in man unless it has its original presence in Krishna? Krishna likes to hear His name chanted, and He is only too pleased to give loving shelter and protection to His devotees who call on Him by name.
70) Vaishnava acharyas tell the following story: Once some devotees questioned which was heavier, a pair of brass Radha-Krishna Deities or a larger volume of gold. On one side of a scale they placed the Deities, and on the other side of the scale they placed the gold. Though heavier, the gold being merely material could not outweigh the Deities due to Krishna's spiritual presence there. A clever member of that group wanted to further test the Lord, so he wrote the words "Hare Krishna" upon a tulasi leaf and placed it atop the gold. Immediately the gold and tulasi leaf together outweighed the Deities And how can this be? Because there can be nothing heavier than the holy name of the Supreme Lord, the universal way of worshiping God. Whereas one needs to follow many intricate rules in order to worship the Deity, anyone at anytime or place may become purified through chanting:
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare.
71) That unfortunate soul who languishes in this world without the mercy of Lord Shri Chaitanya is like dry fuel. Upon the earth he is unproductive and void of life and at death he must suffer in the fire of Yama.
72) The roar of the holy name from the lion of Lord Chaitanya is powerful enough to destroy the huge elephant of sin in the heart of any conditioned soul.
73) Within the heart is sown numerous seeds of desire for sensual enjoyment. Now when a seed is overpowered by too much water, there is no possibility of its fructification. Similarly, if a man becomes submerged by the tidal wave of love of God inaugurated by Lord Chaitanyadeva, the seeds of material desire implanted within his heart cannot grow, and the fortunate soul remains submerged in that ocean of bliss.
(74) There is a desire-fulfilling tree called kalpavriksha, the tree of love and devotion. The gardener of this tree is Shri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. The Lord also became the tree, and His pure devotees are the branches. These branches shelter the entire universe. Just as the fig tree bears fruit throughout, so this tree bears the fruit of love of God from all over its divine boughs and branches. Lord Chaitanyadeva cast this fruit in all directions, much to the joy of the lucky recipients. All of the valuable gems, precious metals, and amassed fortunes through out the three worlds cannot compare to the worth of only one fruit of this tree.
The Lord never asks any qualification of those who desire to relish the fruit of this tree, He indiscriminately throws it everywhere so that all can taste its nectar. The gardener, Lord Chaitanya, addressed His expansions and disciples, "The task of picking all the fruit of this tree is too great for Me alone, so I must request each of you to distribute the fruit of this tree to everyone you meet." Thus the Lord engaged all who met Him and, falling under His spell, they too spread the divine bene-diction of sankirtan. Although Mahaprabhu especially wanted those born in the sacred land of Bharat (India) to preach His message, it is actually the duty of every man and woman, boy and girl, of the entire earth.
The nectar-like mercy of the Lord amply nourished the root of the tree of sankirtan. The tree became overjoyed and lavished its fruits upon everyone who desired them. All the eaters of this divine fruit became maddened in their spiritual ecstasy. Upon tasting the fruit, the divine gardener became intoxicated beyond control. The more He ate of the fruit, the more there was to relish and distribute. Thus the number of helper-distributors increased into the millions and the sweet fruit was distributed to everyone. Today this fruit of Krishna consciousness is still being handed out freely by the grace of Shrila Prab-hupada. The army of the helpers of Lord Chaitanya now covers the four corners of the earth "in every town and village."
(75) Nirvishesh said, "O devotee Krishna das, after hearing your description of the Krishna consciousness movement, 1 also long to taste this fruit of divine love. May I join with you and help distribute this fruit of the holy name to whomever I meet?"
(76) Krishna das said, "By Prabhupada's mercy every sincere soul may join this movement...there are no barriers, nor are there any considerations of material position to chant Hare Krishna. Your eagerness is the price that you must pay to stay permanently submerged in the ocean of Krishna consciousness. Come with me to the ashram of my spiritual master and receive the blessings of the Supreme Lord. Lord Shri Krishna will smile on you and your transcendental life will begin. But we must not go empty-handed, let us pick a few flowers as an offering for Krishna."
On the Passing of Sagar Singh
A townsman met a farmer once,
Crying in the road.
His eyes were moist with flowing tears,
As he sat upon his load.
"Why do you weep?" the townsman asked
The farmer all forlorn.
The farmer sniffed and choked a bit—
His face showed signs of scorn.
"The dearest friend I ever had,"
The farmer cried and cried,
"Was Sagar Singh the true and brave,
And now he gone and died!"
"If I searched for a finer soul,
Among the saints and kings,
I'd never find one true and brave
As beloved Sagar Singh!"
"Who is there who strolls this Earth,
As strong and pure of heart?
I loved him with a brother's love,
And grieve to see him part!"
"Forgive my tears—they're weakness, yes!
But understand my friend...
More dear to me than life itself,
This one who's met his end!"
"O—curse my fate!" The farmer sobbed;
The townsman wept as well.
Eyes moist with tears the two of them,
the road they tell.
And finally the townsman,
Staggered to his feet.
He walked his way alone to tell,
Each soul that he did meet:
"Alas, my friend, now have you heard,
The news the farmer said,
The farmer's truest greatest friend,
Poor Sagar Singh is dead!"
The chimney sweeper and the priest,
The baker and the maid,
All cried until they could not cry,
For his salvation prayed.
Like fire gone wild did spread the news,
O pity this poor town.
Each shop closed early in the day,
Each face did wear a frown.
At last the mayor saw each man,
In mourning dressed in black;
And he inquired— "Who might it be,
That death has now called back?"
'"Tis Sagar Singh, they answered him,
Have you not heard m'Lord?
Gone! Sagar Singh the friend of all,
And by all souls adored!"
The mayor told the vicar gray,
"Sound every steeple bell.
For tolling of its iron ring,
The saddest message tells."
He said unto the constables,
Who always guard the town,
"Broadcast this sad news everywhere;
Let flags fly half-way down."
The Maharaja arrived at last,
Pathetic was the scene;
He asked the mayor, 'Which soul has passed,
What might the problem be?"
The mayor and the priest did say,
"We've heard the saddest thing,
A saintly soul has left us, Sire,
Now perished Sagar Singh."
The monarch then appeared confused
And openly exclaimed,
I've never heard of Sagar Singh,
I've never heard his name!"
"You've never heard of Sagar Singh?!"
The citizens declared.
Surprised into each others eyes
The simple folk all stared.
"Who was he then?" the Maharaja,
Demanded to be told.
"Where is the corpse of Sagar Singh,
Grown stiff and lying cold?"
"Now that you mention it m'Lord,"
The citizens confessed.
"I think we've also been unsure,
I think we've only guessed."
"Then who's begun this rumor now?"
The sovereign lord did ask.
Each man was ordered: "Find out who!"
Each man took up the task.
And finally the men returned,
Unto their waiting king.
A farmer they had found in tears,
Who knew of Sagar Singh!
Unto that place where mourned the man,
Bereaved of Sagar Singh,
The citizens then led the way,
And showed him to their king.
Compassion filled the monarch's heart,
As he heard that mournful sound;
The farmer wept and sobbed and cried,
With fists he beat the ground.
The king said, "O I cannot bear,
To see my subject sad.
It must have been a terribly,
Great loss that you have had."
"Now won't you take me to the place,
Where his remains do lie?
I'll give respect to Sagar Singh,
Forgive me if I cry!"
The farmer sobbed, "I'll gladly show,
His final resting place.
I judge he went to Heaven by,
The sweet look 'pon his face!"
The farmer led His Majesty,
Into a barnyard shed,
And fell in tears beside the corpse—
A donkey lying dead!
The monarch's wrath was furious
His eyes glowed red as fire.
The citizens all gathered there,
Bowed low before their sire.
Said he, "Now have I come upon,
A village of great fools;
Who cry their hearts out for the death,
Of but a common mule?"
In life we can all rest assured,
Strange things will come to pass.
Yet still it seldom happens that,
town will mourn an ass!
The mass of people are like sheep
And easily misled.
They'll blindly do what others do,
And say whate'er they've said.
Such persons seldom think at all,
They only follow norms.
They waste their lives so uselessly,
And foolishly conform...
To what their leaders push on them,
and mold them all to be.
They shun the transcendentalist,
In truth whose really free.
Just publicize a photograph
Of any common man.
They'll say, "Just see how great he is!"
They'll all become his fan.
The karmi's world is now a place,
Of cheaters and the cheated.
Rascals running in disgrace,
Defeaters and defeated.
Yet worry not for there's a cure
A joyous end in sight.
Lord Krishna's Name comes as the Sun
"Fashioned over a period of twenty-five years, Pushpanjali is a product of legion hours of Shri Patita Pavana Das' contemplation of our Hindu scriptural essence; lending of his ear to the voices of our sages, and circuitous peregrinations in over forty countries and to all parts of India in search of Enlightenment and the Supreme Absolute Truth. The personalities who form the core of Pushpanjali, Krishnadas and Nirvishesh, represent dual opposing voices locked within each of us: one that debates the path of struggle to become God; and the other who advocates victorious surrendered service before the Almighty Person Shri Krishna.
A natural poet, Shri Patita Pavana Das has indited his dialectic employing similitudes and ad rem quotations from our Sanskrit scriptures; and from the lotus mouth of his initiating guru Paramhamsa Bhaktivedanta Swamiji, probably India's greatest latter day Jagat Guru. Presented in conversational form, Pushpanjali preserves the Vaishnava mission of numinous sustentation from the confounded intellection of attributive iden-ticalness with the all-pervasive Reality. Pushpanjali, a must-read for all qualified votaries, is also aimed at extricating the entangled soul from the debilitating web of mammon and mayavada. It deserves a place among classic Vaishnava literatures."
Dr. D. Arkasomayaji, M.A., Ph.D.(Maths)
Sec'y. Hindu Dharma Prathisthanam, Tirupati Recipient of
the President's Award as a Sanskrit scholar ex-Principal D.N.R.
Shrila Prabhupada was widely recognized as a saintly teacher and the world acharya of the holy name of Krishna. As a tribute, the government of India issued a Rs.5 commemorative stamp in his honor on June 9, 1997.