SB 10.46.22 “When we see the places where Mukunda
enjoyed His sporting pastimes –the rivers, hills and forests he decorated with
His feet – our minds become totally absorbed in Him.”
Inspired by HH Gour Govinda Maharaja’s
class “Uddhava Sandesa”
Uddhava went to Vraja and met with Nanda Baba as asked by Krishna. Nanda Baba and all the Brajvasis are burning in the fire of separation from Krishna, so Uddhava tries to console Nanda Baba by telling him that Krishna is God, Bhagavan and is not his son.
SB 10.46.42 "The Supreme Lord Hari is certainly not your son alone. Rather, being the Lord, He is the son, Soul, father and mother of everyone."
But Nanda Baba absorbed in parental love for Krishna sees Krishna only as his boy.
Listen at the music : https://soundcloud.com/mauro-auaro/just-a-milk-fed-boy ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫
JUST A MILK FED BOY
I
still survive
in
this house,
as
a prisoner of memories,
and
there - outside
all
exists in this taste of tears,
from
the trees I still hear
his
voice calling the cows
and
on the way to the river
his
footprints are still on the ground.
To
you I ask : why He has not come?
Does
He remember those
once
He loved?
It
seems you do not see
this
burning flame of despair
his
absence took away
our
life air,
what
you have said is odd
my
child is just a boy
is
not God,
he
is fickle, greedy, a liar
eats
a lot of yogurt and butter
he
has many desires…
the
self-controlled Supreme
is
truthful and hunger free
my
restless son is a thief
of
milk cream
and
the Almighty God is self satisfied,
while
my helpless son depends
on
his mother and I ...
just
a small, tender boy,
a
simple child, playing a flute –
how
the worshipable Lord
would
carry on his head my shoes?
yet..
yes, it’s true ..
I've
seen him
killing
just by a kick,
and
raising the hill
on
his tiny fingertip
has
the power of a deva, maybe,
also
Indra wondered
on
what he could do with his limbs; (1)
he
has left so to kill wicked kings
but
he is a milk fed kid
he
has petal-like soft feet
the
sweetest smile ever seen
he
is my son,
“Baba”
he calls me!
O
Uddhava, my heart is broken,
for
the treasure I have lost,
love
when unspoken
no
words can console
and
your clumsy attempts
are
doing worse
because
along with my son,
you
are saying,
I
have also lost Bhagavan!
(1) Gopala Campu 18.10 - Hearing this Indra spoke with a
pale face : "… No one else is able to do what You do with Your
limbs."
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