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by Lakshmipati das (Italy) |
This poem is a
manifesto about the spiritual revolution that the appearance of Lord Gauranga Avatari
brought about also within the context of the Vedic thought. He, as the Supreme
Lord, disclosed the most revealing conclusions by asserting one fundamental
principle that the goal is bhakti and the externals of religions
are secondary.
This poetry was
inspired by a prayer of Srila B
R Sridhar Deva Goswami:
"At a time
when religion was evaluated in terms of bodily relationship, saintliness was
determined by ignorance, and yoga practice was motivated by sensual pleasure;
when scholarship was cultivated just for voidism, japa was conducted for the
sake of fame, and penance was performed out of vindictiveness; when charity was
given out of pride, and on the pretext of spontaneous devotion the most gross,
sinful acts were perpetrated - and in all such anomalous situations even the
intelligentsia were at loggerheads with one another...."
SB
10.23.43-44"...These
women have never undergone the purificatory rites of the twice-born classes,
nor have they lived as brahmacārīs in the āśrama of a
spiritual master, nor have they executed austerities, speculated on the nature
of the self, followed the formalities of cleanliness or engaged in pious
rituals. Nevertheless, they have firm devotion for Lord Kṛṣṇa, whose glories are chanted by
the exalted hymns of the Vedas and who is the supreme master of all masters of
mystic power. We, on the other hand, have no such devotion for the Lord,
although we have executed all these processes.”
Nothing is as before ~
divine love has been
exposed,
religion is not something
to long for
nor is liberation the
scope;
heaven is not where
eternality belongs
austerities may dry the
soul,
saintliness is not what it
appears on the surface
nor is measured by
disciples and fame;
the Absolute Truth is no
longer unnamed
or lost in the void,
knowledge no longer
resides only
in logic and rhetoric,
temples are not places
petrified in rites,
the hymns, echoing from
stones
lost in the mist of time,
are no longer the swords
of priests
to control the world,
when bereft of mercy
they fueled fears with
holy curses;
Nothing is as before ~
the moon of Gauranga
Avatari arose
and His moonlight has
exposed
that liturgies harbor
pride,
faithlessness is behind
enforced rules and roles,
no longer a means to reach
God,
just meager profits on the
altars
of evil and good,
of righteousness and
virtue,
where bhakti never blooms;
charity, rituals, gender,
caste and pride
are burning votive lamps
on materialist shrines
barren of devotion,
where compassion also
dries
and also yoga fails
there is no determination
to contain the senses
nor to reach liberation;
the most Munificent Lord
came to deliver every
soul,
to show the way beyond
spontaneous love was
disclosed,
nothing is as arid and
lacking of joy
as before,
bhakti
is spontaneously and blissfully performed.
love
cannot be imposed.