WATERS OF MOONLIGHT

Excerpted from PILI Pokhara pastime story

"And then She [Radha] began to wash her hands and the waters turned golden and the waves spread out in all directions, hitting the banks and rippling back – forming a beautiful pattern of evolving rasa. And as the waters turned – from Her hands – that golden luster begin expanding toward the far shores of the kund.

Her friends were just watching with intent – the different levels of love that appeared to be rising like the ocean tide within their hearts and expressing themselves on Her facial expression; they were just enchanted watching their friend wash Her hands. And She just kept washing." 

This poem is part of the poetry born from my search of the pastimes in Vraja when Krishna manifests His form as Gauranga Mahaprabhu (see also in this blog "Love under the Tamarind Tree").

(PILI POKHARA -Full story link http://www.dandavats.com/?p=16631)

WATERS OF MOONLIGHT

The Princess of swans 

glided from the shore

with grace

and the waters returned

the beauty of Her image,

imperceptibly she paused, 

amazed

and absorbed,

with a lost-in-love gaze,

washed her hands

and her thoughts drifted away,

liquefied - spread out

in circular waves,

her mind so immersed in love,

let an amber intoxicating wake

 ooze from her palms,

tinting with gold the surface

mirroring her amorous heart,

and in this way erased

the blue sky from that lake;

She, with fairy steps, went away

and the waters remained dyed

with molten gold moon rays.

The Blue Swan,

object of that love,

came to the golden pond,

with His fingers grazed

the splendor of the moon,

struck by a quiver

of marvelous love

He stood dazed

peering at His image

in those waters

of golden glaze,

and then He knew

the spell was Her mood

and felt Himself

to be the be-all and the end-all

of that fluid love,

so thrilled by its taste

He immersed His hand

His arm and, more amazed,

went in up to His neck,

then taken by a rapture so intense

felt a longing

to call aloud to Himself;

Emerging from the lake

His blue sapphire luster lost, 
 now golden

He walked away

chanting His own name.