Radha then asked. “How does a Bhakta look?
What does he do to stay in Bhakti spell?
Is there a special way to tightly hook
oneself to the Divine?” He said. “Well, well…”
He walked to nearby Holy Basil plant.
Caressing it’s leaves with fondness said. “O belles,
My Bhaktas devise their own cant and slant
of love, akin to their genius and skills.”
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Some look conventional, practising tough
routine of praying deities, burning wicks
and incense in sanctums. Well people laugh
at them as staid and orthodox antiques.
But lo, some seem heedless to rituals,
and shun the traditions. Well, people call
them mavericks, scofflaws and radicals
and can’t see through their rhetorical wall.
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One cowgirl Lalitha, by name, looking
askance…”Isn’t making love, real source of joy?
When trembling lips join seeking lips and swing
bodies to passion’s rhythm, what’s more O boy?”
The Lord looking pensive, ambled towards
the fully blossomed Parijata tree,
and kept staring at the distant dancing swards.
At last He said. “Discern O young lady…”
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Bodies don’t play this game of love O dears
and senses can’t perceive that Aananda,
but spirit does and spirit alone has ears
to sieve and seize this joy from worldly blah.
A Bhakt is like a humble river, who
never naysays to the joining dirty rills.
His dribbling spirit finds nothing to rue,
be lures or traps, on way to ocean sills.
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He needs no great efforts to discipline
senses…with silence spurns desires and smiles
to distance lust. He’s not disturbed by din,
perturbed by obstacles and tricked by guiles.